My husband is a force of nature. He bounces out of bed and never stops moving until he sits down to watch the news at night.
We had 16 people for Thanksgiving dinner and it was lovely. We had our grandkids and just had a nice time all the way around.
But by Saturday I was ready for everyone to go home (only Maxwell was left) and for Bill to stop moving. I cannot function with him in the house. He's in and out and noisy. He drives me crazy. He's obsessive about the dishes and before you say you wish your husband was like him, be careful what you wish for.
Finally yesterday morning (Sunday) he was cleaning up the kitchen AGAIN and I lost it. I made him stop and come in and sit down with me and be very quiet. And he did. We watched something about the Kennedy's together while I regained my composure.
I asked him to eat lunch uptown today (he usually comes home every day--THAT'S a treat). And finally I'm getting on top of my house.
I guess I'm crazy, too, because I can't work with people in my house.
If he gets any time off at Christmas, he's going fishing. That's all there is to it. I need silence.