tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post7838422669846638798..comments2023-10-17T12:09:55.180-04:00Comments on Melmoirs: Spewings of a discouraged, uptight visionaryMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01886668831972641673noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-42716928573190984972013-06-07T13:36:34.842-04:002013-06-07T13:36:34.842-04:00I wish these comments had a "like" butto...I wish these comments had a "like" button so I could "like" what Lynnette and Cari said... It's nice to know that birds of a feather are out there!chris h.http://www.writingbyear.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-65392376895279149632013-06-06T11:20:04.911-04:002013-06-06T11:20:04.911-04:00Oh my. How did you read my mind? I have the very s...Oh my. How did you read my mind? I have the very same thing going on here! Maybe it is also the whole man vs. woman thinking thing too? <br />I can tell you that I gave up on DH. It did absolutely no good to nag and I try to keep it at a minimum now unless something is really important. I just do it myself if I can. Things may not get done when I want them, but in the whole scheme of things it wasn't worth it. Now he does do things himself when he finally notices it needs done. Like right now he's diligently working on getting our driveway prepped to get paved! No prodding from me!<br />It also helps that the kids prod him and it isn't seen as nagging from me!<br />I am truly the leader by default. I hate being the boss. I do not want to be the one in charge. Men -- wake up and be MEN! But since they don't want to do it, I have to. <br />I do nag the kids, though. I have to do my duty there and try to make them into productive members of society. We are back to chores and responsibility here this summer!Cari Skusehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03867915893000450291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-83768828451977056652013-06-05T09:00:17.791-04:002013-06-05T09:00:17.791-04:00I feel your pain, too! I get very weary being the ...I feel your pain, too! I get very weary being the one ordering everyone around. I wish that they just knew what I know... every nook and crannie of our lives, what needs to happen at every given moment. But alas, I bear that burden myself. There are times I wish I could give it up. I swear sometimes that I'm going to stop managing the household, and let things fall where they may. But like Chris said, I can't live with the chaos, so every time I decide to give up, I just as quickly give back in, and find myself nagging again. And I get so discouraged at myself for being a nag, but I don't know how to get results any other way. I do find myself sometimes biting my tongue, in hopes that someone will notice the overstuffed garbage can, or the mound of granola bar wrappers on the counter, and take care of it themselves. But my problem is that, while these things might get taken care of on someone else's timetable, their timetable and mine don't jive. I'm looking for more immediate action, and in my house, the other two people seem to have a more lazy attitude about it all. So know that you're not alone. It happens to many like us that want order, see efficiencies not being utilized, and feel the need to fix what we think is broken with others. I do wish I could just give up.Lynnettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04130254555538042266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7663468186545705233.post-64475284115460909942013-06-04T21:48:09.009-04:002013-06-04T21:48:09.009-04:00I can feel your angst, my friend. I'm not a le...I can feel your angst, my friend. I'm not a leader, but I often think I can see the "what ifs" and "what will be's" and think everyone would be a lot better off if they just did what I said. I'm the driver who yearns to live an orderly life and get projects done so we have time for more pleasurable pursuits (i.e., I'm the nag). I wonder what would happen if I just stopped -- but I don't do well in chaos, and that's the what if and what will be I foresee (and can't live with). chris h.noreply@blogger.com