My Hank Appt and Grant cleaning the bathroom....

Weird title right?!?!  Well, you will see why....

Had a tough time getting into Hank.  Not because he was booked, but because I did not want to go.  I canceled two appointments.  One on the day of.  I had some lame excuse and she was like, "He can see you whenever you like....."  TRANSLATION....."You need to get your butt in here."  I make an appointment for the next week and say, "I will not cancel this one."  You see Hank is wonderful, but Hank has his ways.....if you are behind in seeing him, mysteriously no other doctor will see you until you go see him.......magic?  I do not know, but I have never hit that status and I do not plan to.  I emailed him and told him what was going on in my head and his response was, "We can talk about it when you come in."  Seriously.  That is a total parent move.  Imagine if you will, "Okay, if you do not want to put your shoes on, which would you choose first - left or right?!?!!?"  FINE.  We have been through this before and I do not have much of a choice.  I remember being on the phone with him when I had to go on blood thinners for lung blood clots and I was like, "I will see him on Thursday....that will be fine."  Apparently, that was not fine.  He got on the phone with me and said I needed to go in that day.....I said, "No, I will be there on Thursday and I am not dead yet, so I should be fine by then."  He said, "You can come in on Thursday, but I need to see you today."  I said, "No."  He said, "I need to see you today and you need to start on the medication today."  I said, "I have been on that before and I am fine.  See you on Thursday."  He said, "But I need to see you today."  I said, "I do not want to go today.  I will go on Thursday."  He said, "As long as Thursday is today, that is fine."  I exhaled and said, "FINE.  BUT I AM WASHING MY HAIR AND I AM NOT SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO THE SHOT.....I KNOW HOW TO DO IT."  "Fine.  See you with clean hair." he replied.  Hank.  Wow.  What do you do with someone like that.  I adore him.  So, I go.  I get my blood work done and I see all my favorite nurses.  It was hard to get into the car, go to the garage, and got to the center.  Once I got there, all I saw were people I loved.  Coincidence?  God thing?  I go, God thing.  He has always been there when I needed him most.  I was so honest with Hank.  "Yay me, and I was fine during treatment, but then I had to deal with the reoccurance and then I got mad, and sad.  And mad. And why the fork did this happen to me?!?!?"  Hank......"Ang, you are fine and it is normal.  Feel all that and just let me know, so I know where you are at.  This is big...and too much."  Pause....so how does a guy do this?!?!?!  I am POSITIVE there are better people than me.  How does he meets my needs when I am so...well, shallow?!?!? Pause.....we do the exam and he asks, "Anything else?"  I was like, "Well, I cut off my thumb and I burned my hand, but I am good."  He looked at both and said, "You are lucky these are not infected and get a cook."  I am thinking, "I watched my Dad sew up his knee after a chainsaw "incident".  I know how to disinfect, and sometimes when to go to the doc - or at least who to ask!"  A COOK IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!!!  We stared at each other and I explained my disinfection method and he said, "Okay, sounds good.  Get a cook."  NOT GONNA HAPPEN.  Anyhoo....we are good....

So now to the main story.....Grant cleaning the bathroom.   So, a week or so ago I was out doing something and our friends were taking our boys with their boys to Sunday school.  They mentioned to Grant that they would like to see our downstairs bathroom because we had redone it (twice, remember the flood) and see what they could get from Costco.  So....remember, I am gone.  Boys are going to Church and coming back with the threat of people seeing our downstairs bathroom.  Grant seems to have a moment.  He goes into the downstairs bath and sees all the grossness there is to see.  This is not normal for Grant....you can ask any of his former roommates....there are several.  Grant can ignore, not see, etc all bathroom dirtiness.  But, when he is faced with friends coming to see the bath, he somehow sees what I see.  I come home.  He exclaims, "So, the Crofts wanted to see what we did in the downstairs bath and I had to Pledge it!"'  Stunned and confused, I was like, "You 'pledged' the bathroom?"   "Yes!  They said they wanted to see what we did with it and that they would come after the kids were dropped off."  "Okay.  It was dirty, did they come?'  "NO!  But I cleaned the entire thing!"  This was a bit unbelievable for me as I have been with Grant for 20+ years and the guy has NEVER cleaned a toilet. In fact, it is a joke with former roommates......he just does not clean a toilet.  So, I am torn.  He did a beautiful job, but the drama and the, well, tutorial to the boys was questionable.  In his panic, he had the boys to clean the bathrooms upstairs.  They did a great job, but they cleaned everything but the area in the toilet above the water.  "That is what Daddy said, "Clean everything to the top of the water in the toilet."  O-K-A-Y.  So, while I am SUPER appreciative, I gotta say, the water BELOW the line is GROSS and needs to be cleaned and why is it that when a guest comes the dirt shows up?!?!?!?!

Pause.....so, I think this is SUPER amazing.  Grant has literally not seen bathroom dirt until 20 + years after our marriage when someone was going to come and see it and he cleans it, but when he tells the boys, he says clean everything ABOVE the water......OMG.  Okay.....this is one of those things I have to just settle in with......God help the girls they marry.......since when has the water BELOW the line been cleaner?!?!??!   Forever confused.....and happy.....

Happy Sunday - Seahawks won!!!!!

Ang