Just when you thought it was safe . . .

I just edited this . . . somehow left  out the fact that Diabetes Wife's hubby managed to drink Caladryl instead of Pepto Bismol, with dire consequences!  Sorry, DW, don't know how I did that . . . must be the wonderful week I had.  Hope all is better now!

Have been reading everyone's posts this past week, but have been too disheartened to make any of my own posts.  It seems that things have been really awful for several of us this past week!

Sandy is feeling terribly overwhelmed with all her hubby's needs and her own exhaustion.  I'm thinking most of us have been there, as we are all human!

Crazy Wife has finally decided that she needs to make some major life changes for herself and her children (by the way, good for you, Crazy Wife . . . I know it will not be easy.)

Tom's Wife's DH broke the garage door over the hood of their car, and she says that "Mr. Jerko" has now returned.  Hopefully, he is on his way out of the low that she (just?) wrote about.

Lynn's hubby OD'd on candy, and then wanted more (I'm thinking he's not the only one that did that!)

S weathered a major meltdown from her hubby after he felt that she "said the wrong thing," then he overheard her say to herself later, "I hate you."  S, I've been there.  I say those exact words so often to myself, I feel horribly guilty much of the time! He just hasn't overheard me . . . yet!  She also wrote of family problems with a sister-in-law from hell . . . guess that's going around too, as I have a few things to say about mine today!

Sar is struggling with a multitude of problems, not the least of which is a loss of space and her own clean bathroom after moving from her much more spacious house.  She also is weathering major multiple meltdowns from her husband.  How much can one person take?  I loved her analogy to her DH's blow-up to "The Wrath of Khan . . ."

The analogy I think of for myself is the JAWS movie: "Just when you thought it was safe . . . "  I can hear the theme playing in my head,  just before the shark attacks.

For me, the week before Easter was a great one, and then on Easter morning, as I was getting food ready to take to my brother and sister-in-law's for dinner,  I managed to "say the wrong thing."  It was like World War III, and I screamed back, but this did NOT help.  Had a pie in the oven been done a little sooner, I would have LEFT sooner.  The original plan was for both of us to go, but when I got home from the Easter service (which I went to by myself), he still had not managed to take a shower and be ready to leave with me.  It was noon.  Since I was going to be late, he said he would be over later.

This was before the big blow-up; before I said the wrong thing, which really amounted to nothing.  He had asked me 3 or 4 times to re-explain the same thing I was trying to tell him about some friends at church, and I finally questioned why he kept misunderstanding what I was telling him.  WOW, wrong thing to say!  His sugar (he said) was 83 at the time, which shouldn't account for his behavior.  But then, he had slept almost 2 days straight before this happened, and hadn't been taking his anti-anxiety meds (or anything else) when he should have been.  He was still screaming when I left, telling me he would NOT apologize later, as he was right and I was wrong, and he had taped the conversation to prove it.  As I walked out the door, I told him not to bother coming at all.  He didn't, and I had a peaceful dinner with family, except . . . my brother said he had to tell me something, but he wanted to wait until after Easter.  He said it was bad, and he was obviously very upset.  Went back home to stony silence that night, and no, I still haven't gotten an apology from hubby.

So . . .  another week in the life!  May this coming week be an improvement . . . for ALL of us.  And may we all get some much-needed sleep.