Here was the conversation at the S______’s, late Mother’s Day.
Ken said, “Oh, Gary, I hear they’re hiring in the IT department at Boeing”
“Dad, I’m retired.”
“Well, if you get –“
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I shrieked.
I had to howl because it was the third time someone suggested Gary re-join the work force. I only just now got him into the house! I don’t want him to leave. I’d like him to see all the other things he has other things to offer to humanity. No, that’s a lie. I don’t want him to offer anything to anyone but himself, and sometimes me.
He loaded the dishwasher this week after I unloaded it and left it gaping open. Baby steps.
He decided tonight he’d had enough Starbucks through the years and it was time to step back from The Teat. I think there must be a happy medium between “FOUR STARBUCKS A DAY!” and “NO MORE STARBUCKS EVER IT IS DEAD TO ME.”
I think I’ve found out which Workaholic type he is. The All or Nothing.
One response to “Every Time I Get Him Out They Pull Him Back In”
They need to back up and lay off. Tell them I said so.