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All the pampering Larry has been getting has been good for him physically, and mentally. Not being able to go back to work, or even help out much around the house is hard for him at times. Though when it comes to helping out around the house, I think he is adjusting to the she can do it now way of thinking, a little too easy. There is a fine line at times between things he really can’t do, and things he just doesn’t want to do. Sometimes, I have to gently but firmly shove him to the correct side of that line.

Adjusting to being in the same house 24/7 has been made much easier for us both by renovating the garage into a really nice “Man Room.” I’ve come to appreciate that “Man Room” so much, I highly recommend one to all married couples. I am becoming more and more convinced one of the big “secrets” to a happy marriage can be found within the walls of the “Man Room”.  And that room is the envy of all his friends who come over to visit him. Having his own little beer fridge in there just impresses the hell out of them. They think the Coor’s Light lamp is neat too. I’m just happy as hell to have my bay window back, a nice clutter free living room, and never again have to hear the words, “Hey honey, would you bring me a beer?”

Because he still uses the shower chair, we have continued our his and her arrangement when it comes to the bathrooms. Though we also share those bathrooms as well. I keep my facial routine stuff in “his” bathroom because it is next to our bedroom. And because it is closer to his “Man Room”, he often uses “my” bathroom to relieve himself of some of the contents of that little beer fridge. It’s when he wanders through the living room and makes some smart ass comment to me, or decides to visit with me on his way back to his “Man Room”, I sometimes regret not having a small bathroom built onto the “Man Room”.

Sometimes, I don’t mind when he wants to visit me in our living room. Other times, I would prefer to be left to my own devices. Rather than hurt his feelings though by telling him to get the hell back to his “Man Room”, I act like I’m happy as hell to see him. Then I start to talk to him about something he needs to do around the house, that I’m sure he can handle doing. I’ve noticed once I do that, he very quickly becomes overwhelmed an irresistible urge to return to his beloved “Man Room.”

And sometimes, just to remind him turnabout is fair play, when he least expects it, I will suddenly sashay into his “Man Room.” After giving him my most dazzlingly and charming smile, I will sit down on the love seat next to his recliner, and act as if I’m about to settle in for a nice long cozy visit. The look of surprised wariness that crosses his face when I do that really is priceless.