General or Soldier?
As I said in an earlier blog, Earl and I can be soldiers but, truth be told, we prefer to be generals—not very compatible with a smooth transition to retirement*. Leaving the hospital means that he's going from an environment where he was used to being in charge (operating room), to home where I'm used to being in charge. Fortunately, he's accustomed to a nurse managing his schedule, but in a hospital setting, a surgeon is at the top of the food chain. Earl and I are anticipating changes in our routine come April, but there's more to it than that. No location or function needs two CEOs, so we found ourselves in search of a less redundant, non–violent solution. We also needed to own up to our inherent 'do it my way' natures.
Earl and I are happy the house is mostly shared space–we prefer it that way. A home is a joint responsibility, and ours always has been. One of the more distressing aspects of being disabled, is how traditional our household has become. The tasks that don't depend on balance, mobility and timeliness tend to be more 'housekeeping' and usually are my responsibility. Although I can do things given enough time, most often jobs are done by Sandie or the housekeeper. Those tasks that do require balance and strength or are related to financial management, etc., become Earl's 'Honey–dos'.
Since Earl does most of the cooking and shopping, his domain should be the kitchen and pantry. At least, that would be the logical order of things were it not for Heidi, the third general***. Most of her leadership is directed at her family, but that requires some re-organization around the house to maximize her efficiency. However, about the time Earl retires, their house will be finished, she'll have her own kitchen and he'll only have to deal with me.
The offices |
The garage–h-h-his |
The closet–mine |
Earl and I share a spacious, gorgeous master closet. The sharing has gone fairly well because we have a very fundamental understanding–it's my domain. He doesn't care about matching hangers–I do! He doesn't care about hanging like things together according to color–I do! He likes organization, but it's not a priority—it is for me!
Recognizing territoriality, its potential for derailing marital harmony, and accommodating the 'mine' behavior will be an ongoing process.
The Lesson: Share, be nice, communicate, and don't screw with the general.
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