Getting Older
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Getting Older
It is important for men to remember that as women grow older it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as they did when they were younger. When men notice this, they should try not to yell. Let me relate how one man handled the situation.
When I chucked my job and took early retirement a year ago, it became necessary for Nancy to get a full-time job both for extra income and for health insurance benefits that we need. She was a trained lab tech when we met thirty some years ago and was fortunate to land a job at the local medical center as a phlebotomist.
It was shortly after she started working at this job that I noticed that she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from fishing or hunting about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says that she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts supper. I try not to yell at her when this happens. Instead, I tell her to take her time. I understand that she is not as young as she used to be. I just tell her to wake me when she finally does get supper on the table.
She used to wash and dry the dishes as soon as we finished eating. It is now not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after supper. I do what I can by reminding her several times each evening that they aren't cleaning themselves. I know she appreciates this, as it does seem to help her get them done before she goes to bed.
Our washer and dryer are in the basement. When she was younger, Nancy used to be able to go up and down the stairs all day and not get tired. Now that she is older she seems to get tired so much more quickly. Sometimes she says she just can't make another trip down those steps. I don't make a big issue of this. As long as she finishes up the laundry the next evening I am willing to overlook it. Not only that, but unless I need something ironed to wear to the Monday's lodge meeting or to Wednesday's or Saturday's poker club or to Tuesday's or Thursday's bowling or something like that, I will tell her to wait until the next evening to do the ironing. This gives her a little more time to do some of those odds and ends things like shampooing the dog, vacuuming, or dusting.
Also, if I have had a really good day fishing, this allows her to gut and scale the fish at a more leisurely pace. Nancy is starting to complain a little occasionally. Not often, mind you, but just enough for me to notice. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. In spite of her complaining, I continue to try to offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any, if you know what I mean.
When doing simple jobs she seems to think she needs more rest periods than she used to have to take. A couple of weeks ago she said she had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I overlook comments like these because I realize it's just age talking. In fact, I try to not embarrass her when she needs these little extra rest breaks. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. I tell her that as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me and take her break by the hammock so she can talk with me until I fall asleep.
I could go on and on, but I think you know where I'm coming from. I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Nancy on a daily basis. I'm not saying that the ability to show this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible. No one knows better than I do how frustrating women can become as they get
older. My purpose in writing this is simply to suggest that you make the effort. I realize that achieving the exemplary level of showing consideration I have attained is out of reach for the average man.
However guys, even if you just yell at your wife a little less often because of this article, I will consider that writing it was worthwhile.
When I chucked my job and took early retirement a year ago, it became necessary for Nancy to get a full-time job both for extra income and for health insurance benefits that we need. She was a trained lab tech when we met thirty some years ago and was fortunate to land a job at the local medical center as a phlebotomist.
It was shortly after she started working at this job that I noticed that she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from fishing or hunting about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says that she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts supper. I try not to yell at her when this happens. Instead, I tell her to take her time. I understand that she is not as young as she used to be. I just tell her to wake me when she finally does get supper on the table.
She used to wash and dry the dishes as soon as we finished eating. It is now not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after supper. I do what I can by reminding her several times each evening that they aren't cleaning themselves. I know she appreciates this, as it does seem to help her get them done before she goes to bed.
Our washer and dryer are in the basement. When she was younger, Nancy used to be able to go up and down the stairs all day and not get tired. Now that she is older she seems to get tired so much more quickly. Sometimes she says she just can't make another trip down those steps. I don't make a big issue of this. As long as she finishes up the laundry the next evening I am willing to overlook it. Not only that, but unless I need something ironed to wear to the Monday's lodge meeting or to Wednesday's or Saturday's poker club or to Tuesday's or Thursday's bowling or something like that, I will tell her to wait until the next evening to do the ironing. This gives her a little more time to do some of those odds and ends things like shampooing the dog, vacuuming, or dusting.
Also, if I have had a really good day fishing, this allows her to gut and scale the fish at a more leisurely pace. Nancy is starting to complain a little occasionally. Not often, mind you, but just enough for me to notice. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. In spite of her complaining, I continue to try to offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any, if you know what I mean.
When doing simple jobs she seems to think she needs more rest periods than she used to have to take. A couple of weeks ago she said she had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I overlook comments like these because I realize it's just age talking. In fact, I try to not embarrass her when she needs these little extra rest breaks. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. I tell her that as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me and take her break by the hammock so she can talk with me until I fall asleep.
I could go on and on, but I think you know where I'm coming from. I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Nancy on a daily basis. I'm not saying that the ability to show this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible. No one knows better than I do how frustrating women can become as they get
older. My purpose in writing this is simply to suggest that you make the effort. I realize that achieving the exemplary level of showing consideration I have attained is out of reach for the average man.
However guys, even if you just yell at your wife a little less often because of this article, I will consider that writing it was worthwhile.
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I thought this post was so funny, that I posted it om a backgammon forum I visit.
Everyone got a good chuckle from it, however, one of the women (Dee) replied with the following: (This is good)
" Not once did you mention the time you and Nancy spend together making love, now I know this is a touchy subject, but how could you leave out such an important phase of a womans daily duties. After all, I know that I can't wait till hubby so graciously let's me finally retire to the powder room in order to freshen up for what's sure to be an amazing evening. **Nudge, nudge, wink, wink** I tend to my skin, hair and well all in all, tightie things up, I mean I do wanna look my best for what will surely be a night of skyrockets and shooting stars. Slipping into the beautiful black and red silk negligee that hubby picked up for me, just because he knew I needed new PJs (i'm so lucky) I sigh with desire and anticipation. As I exit from the powder room, expecting to see my man looking just as inviting, there he is in all his sexy glory. Head propped up on two pillows, his gleaming chest rising and falling as his rough strong hand strokes his manlyhood under his tightie whities. His legs wide, his eyes sparkling with that come hither look, (not to mention his tightie whities need a little bleach) he seductively speaks to me, asking me if I'd like an all day sucker. I let a sly smile show him I indeed am famished. As I come closer to the bed, and this amazing specimen of a man, I quiver with wanting. Oh the passion I can not express but suffice it to say, as I lie next to my man, he snoring, teeth grinding and the occasional wind passing, I count myself lucky, lucky that he thought of me, and had a towel handy for the "wet spot". As I lie there, lips parted, chest heaving I look at my man sleeping beside me and am thankful, thankful he lasted 10 minutes this time. About the amount of time it took him to groan, mutter wow babe, I was great, wasn't I? I reach into my night table.... turn down the lights, close my eyes, and wonder, how did I get so lucky, as I gently bring myself to fullfillment. As for the skyrockets and shooting stars, well hubby says he got an *** kicking package of fireworks for 4th of July.
Everyone got a good chuckle from it, however, one of the women (Dee) replied with the following: (This is good)
" Not once did you mention the time you and Nancy spend together making love, now I know this is a touchy subject, but how could you leave out such an important phase of a womans daily duties. After all, I know that I can't wait till hubby so graciously let's me finally retire to the powder room in order to freshen up for what's sure to be an amazing evening. **Nudge, nudge, wink, wink** I tend to my skin, hair and well all in all, tightie things up, I mean I do wanna look my best for what will surely be a night of skyrockets and shooting stars. Slipping into the beautiful black and red silk negligee that hubby picked up for me, just because he knew I needed new PJs (i'm so lucky) I sigh with desire and anticipation. As I exit from the powder room, expecting to see my man looking just as inviting, there he is in all his sexy glory. Head propped up on two pillows, his gleaming chest rising and falling as his rough strong hand strokes his manlyhood under his tightie whities. His legs wide, his eyes sparkling with that come hither look, (not to mention his tightie whities need a little bleach) he seductively speaks to me, asking me if I'd like an all day sucker. I let a sly smile show him I indeed am famished. As I come closer to the bed, and this amazing specimen of a man, I quiver with wanting. Oh the passion I can not express but suffice it to say, as I lie next to my man, he snoring, teeth grinding and the occasional wind passing, I count myself lucky, lucky that he thought of me, and had a towel handy for the "wet spot". As I lie there, lips parted, chest heaving I look at my man sleeping beside me and am thankful, thankful he lasted 10 minutes this time. About the amount of time it took him to groan, mutter wow babe, I was great, wasn't I? I reach into my night table.... turn down the lights, close my eyes, and wonder, how did I get so lucky, as I gently bring myself to fullfillment. As for the skyrockets and shooting stars, well hubby says he got an *** kicking package of fireworks for 4th of July.
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Originally posted by Habibi
I thought this post was so funny, that I posted it om a backgammon forum I visit.
Everyone got a good chuckle from it, however, one of the women (Dee) replied with the following: (This is good)
I thought this post was so funny, that I posted it om a backgammon forum I visit.
Everyone got a good chuckle from it, however, one of the women (Dee) replied with the following: (This is good)
My heart goes out to poor Dee, methinks she will go through many batteries in her lifetime. :o
