if this is bliss...

One of those days, one of those lives...

Not a great day in the Flamingo Dancer household. I am back in the dork neck collar due to a flare up with the back injury. I am so tired of it - the most positive I can be today is to feel blessed that I am still breathing...

Mr FD is experiencing another one of his intermittent crazy man episodes where he wants to tell the bosses to stick it and walk out the door and I have to talk him off the roof. It is like his brain chemistry goes awry and he becomes his own worst ememy and jumps at shadows. He has very low self-esteem but at the same time thinks he often has all the answers and has to save the company and then wonders why no one says thank you and raises him shoulder high for a victory lap. His whole identity is caught up in his job - like so many Australian men of his generation. I have to remind him that he is 58 and only wants to work another 5 years and took this job to enable us to live our dreams after that time... He is very impulsive, prone to angry outburts that he instantly regrets and becomes a high maintenance employee which tires and alienates people...but he is so loyal, so hard working, so honest, so earnest...a contradiction in  terms.

Today he is exhausting me and I feel like inserting a curtain rod through one of his ears and out the other ear and just hanging him somewhere until he either calms down or I feel able to cope with him.

Beware of the high maintenance husband.