husband is on the mend from a horrible virus that's had him home since July 14th. Thankfully, he's going back to work on Monday, but all the bedrest and inactivity, the severe fatigue, the isolation, is taking its toll and I suspect he's having some mood problems. He's got the bipolar boredom blues, I think. Yesterday he tried to suggest that he and I go down to the local Indian casino (which isn't really local at 75 miles away) for a few hours of slots. And when I gently shot down his idea he got really pouty. My reasons for not wanting to go there are varied and legit. 1) He's recovering from a borderline pneumonia, and while his cough improves daily, sitting in a smoke-filled casino (even if it's the smoke-free section) is really kind of a stupid idea (didn't say that, but thought it). 2) He has been bed-ridden for over a week and has only been able to come downstairs without a lot of effort for a few days. And even then he's only down here briefly and goes back upstairs to lie in bed and watch TV. Not a good idea to be out late when he's still so tired. PLUS I suspect he caught this bug the last time we went to that casino, which was three days before he started symptoms (but I could be wrong). 3) We really don't have the money to be driving down there again -- and we were just there two weeks ago! I could come up with a lot of other good reasons not to go, but I just pointed to the health reasons, and he still got all pi$$y about it. So today I arrange for us to take the boys to see Captain America (easy child declined and stayed home). You'd think that would be a nice couple of hours of entertainment. Right? Before the movie even STARTS, he's bugging me again about going to the casino!!! I good-humoredly declined, said I wasn't interested and ignored his pestering that continued during the previews. He was really trying to manipulate me about this. So I just pretended he was 4 instead of over 40 and ignored him. When we got home from the show, he starts up AGAIN about the blasted casino!!! I restated that I wasn't interested in going. He goes upstairs to watch TV. Then he calls me from his cell phone and asks again. I suggest he ask his older sister to go with him (her house is on the way down) and he mumbles something meant to be manipulative, which I ignore again. I change the subject and ask what type of pizza he wants from the freezer for dinner. To which he says he doesn't care, and that it doesn't matter what he wants -- make whatever the kids want. I just hate this kind of crap he falls into. And I know that this is part of the bipolar boredom our kids fall into.