You may laugh if you like and even wonder if I have a screw loose but I am developing a strong resentment at a baby monitor. Yep! A baby monitor is getting on my nerves and I want to be mean to it. Yes, I bought it and it serves a purpose but the darn thing never shuts up. Worse than that, I can't understand what it is saying. O.K. For the purists in the crowd, I do understand the noises are the ones made by my husband or by his TV. With that established, I am sitting here composing this post while a small, white, oddly shaped box passes on everything that makes noise in my husband's room. I am ecstatic that I did not get one with a camera in the room.

I have odd moments of OCD. I have no moments of OCD that are productive. My moments are of the "things that irritate me" variety. Like, well, I'm just going to say it. Baby Monitors!

My OCD shows up when I pull into a parking lot and turn to get out of the car. I have to stop. Sit there for a minute. Think through my process. Do I have the car keys? Where am I parked? Why am I at that store in the first place? And, if that is not enough, I often go to sleep for a few moments. Such is the plight of the weary caregiver.

10 hours later: Hubby headed to the ER with what appears to be a wicked UTI. He did not love me this morning. Said I love hospitals and emergency rooms and he was not going. So I told him that attitude would get him in the hospital and the nursing home and he agreed to go to the ER. Seems when I need to I can think real good. Heavy sigh! I had breakfast planned with a couple of women and was looking forward to the gab. My hubby owes me. He owes me big time. I am certain he does not see it that way. Gotta go change clothes and head for my home away from home. Hospital breakfast food for this gal and a husband who is increasingly nutty and says his "d..k| hurts. No, not his "duck", silly!

Be strong. Love each other and remember this, it is better to give a resentment than to get one.