gcvmom
Here we go again!
husband worked from home today. I think he got up to log into work around 9:30 this morning. I slept in until 10am and when I went downstairs he was scurrying around the yard letting the chickens out and then came in seeming very amped up, almost to the point of being irritable. He's been a little over-the-top pushy about sex lately and that's usually a sign he's getting hypomanic.
So he works until about noon and comes downstairs asking if I'll go out to lunch with him today. He wants to go to an Indian buffet in the next town and starts rambling on about how that's what we ALWAYS do when he works from home (and I'm thinking what on EARTH is he talking about? We haven't been out for Indian food in over a year...) and can I call the restaurant to make sure they're open today and how late is the buffet served and.... (breathe, dude, breathe).
We head out by 12:30pm and get to the place by about 12:50. He's very distracted and when he DOES follow my conversation he manages to blurt out something that's got nothing to do with what I'm talking about but seems to be an attempt to twist it into a complaint about our sex life (WTH?). I snapped at him and put him in his place. He tried back pedaling with his comments but I was already ticked off by then.
We leave and make two stops on the way home and all the while I'm driving (he did this on the way out) he's trying to "fondle" me, which he knows bugs the living crud out of me, but then he gets mad because I'm "rejecting" him. I finally just said to STOP that and he just reclined back in his seat with his sunglasses on and acted as if he were going to sleep.
We get home by about 2:30pm, he goes back upstairs to work some more, and hollers down to the kids that at 4:00pm he's taking them all down to the park for some exercise and to get easy child some soccer practice in since she has All Star games in about a week. 4pm hits and he comes down, and none of the kids wants to go, but he herds them all out the door. They come back about 40 min later, he goes back upstairs to work and the kids start telling me how dad is freaking out and going ballistic on them over stuff they don't really understand the reason for.
He works until about 5:30pm then comes back down to pack up his laptop, then goes back upstairs to lay down, play spider solitaire on his personal laptop and watch TV the rest of the night! So after a GRUELING day of maybe 4.5 hours of actual WORK, he's SO tired he has to decompress away from everyone else.
I don't know how many more days until his next psychiatrist appointment, but it can't come soon enough. I think I'm going to send this update to the doctor as a not-so-subtle reminder that the whole bipolar issue needs to be addressed head-on because this is just getting ridiculous.
So he works until about noon and comes downstairs asking if I'll go out to lunch with him today. He wants to go to an Indian buffet in the next town and starts rambling on about how that's what we ALWAYS do when he works from home (and I'm thinking what on EARTH is he talking about? We haven't been out for Indian food in over a year...) and can I call the restaurant to make sure they're open today and how late is the buffet served and.... (breathe, dude, breathe).
We head out by 12:30pm and get to the place by about 12:50. He's very distracted and when he DOES follow my conversation he manages to blurt out something that's got nothing to do with what I'm talking about but seems to be an attempt to twist it into a complaint about our sex life (WTH?). I snapped at him and put him in his place. He tried back pedaling with his comments but I was already ticked off by then.
We leave and make two stops on the way home and all the while I'm driving (he did this on the way out) he's trying to "fondle" me, which he knows bugs the living crud out of me, but then he gets mad because I'm "rejecting" him. I finally just said to STOP that and he just reclined back in his seat with his sunglasses on and acted as if he were going to sleep.
We get home by about 2:30pm, he goes back upstairs to work some more, and hollers down to the kids that at 4:00pm he's taking them all down to the park for some exercise and to get easy child some soccer practice in since she has All Star games in about a week. 4pm hits and he comes down, and none of the kids wants to go, but he herds them all out the door. They come back about 40 min later, he goes back upstairs to work and the kids start telling me how dad is freaking out and going ballistic on them over stuff they don't really understand the reason for.
He works until about 5:30pm then comes back down to pack up his laptop, then goes back upstairs to lay down, play spider solitaire on his personal laptop and watch TV the rest of the night! So after a GRUELING day of maybe 4.5 hours of actual WORK, he's SO tired he has to decompress away from everyone else.
I don't know how many more days until his next psychiatrist appointment, but it can't come soon enough. I think I'm going to send this update to the doctor as a not-so-subtle reminder that the whole bipolar issue needs to be addressed head-on because this is just getting ridiculous.