Caregiver's Blues

After a rather peaceful morning (as peaceful as you can get with the two I live with) and an afternoon of meditation (napping). I got up to prepare a supper I wasn’t wanting to fix. But just like the dutiful soldier that I am, I chopped the veggies, boiled the pasta, and prepped the sauce, to make a homemade goulash with a creamy tomato and milk sauce. I would have been satisfied with a hot dog and a bowl of soup, but duty calls and my roommates are hungry.
 
So I let out a deep breath and stare out into the late afternoon sky. Well I stirred the goulash one last time, I doubt it will get any thicker. But it taste fair for hospital food with a lack of salt and pepper. But that’s the way she likes it. But the rest of the pasta noodles I gave to my son so he can drown them in cheese and eat them by themselves.
 
Now my bride is watching PTI with the sound all the way up, while reading her tablet about the latest Dugger news, yeah I know. I jest when I ask if she rather have 15 more kids to wait on her hand-and-foot like her TV Cult Family. But she just says No!, and then she watches it anyway. But I don’t mean to put anyone down for their TV choices, heaven knows I watched Sex in the City and Desperate Housewives religiously.
 
This is just my way of detoxing from the blaring sounds of Bob’s Burgers playing through the walls. When all I ask for is silence and pray for commercials (she hates commercials). So as I breathe in and breathe out in between the racket. At least I know my sacrifices are sorta appreciated. But the commercials have ended and the show begins again, with kids playing outside in the dark, screaming like children do. I’m getting too old for this shit…. Caregiver’s Blues.  
 
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