The robot and the misfit: a love story...

I lovingly refer to my husband as my robot. He's able to set a goal and focus in on it like a laser beam. When he decides to do something, he does it. J does really well with following a routine. Just about every weekday he goes to the gym at 430am and comes home to make his oatmeal, and he then proceeds to pack his lunch in an assembly line fashion. Every day he makes a variation of the same thing for lunch and he always makes the same breakfast. I wish I had that laser-beam focus. I have a hard time making my lunch every day and hardly ever eat breakfast at home. See, very non-robotic. I think I have trouble sticking to a goal mostly because I get overwhelmed so easily. Not so much at work, but for sure in my own life. I have a horrible time sticking to any fitness routine or diet, etc. I am obviously not alone, but for me, I feel like I am the misfit. So, on Friday morning, when J comes home at 515am I immediately know my robot has a malfunction. I rush down to see what happened and it turns out he pulled a muscle in his back so he had to leave. Since he is robot-like, these injuries are rare and foreign to him.

Don't get me wrong, I love him for all of his robotic tendencies, I really do. I hate hate hate to see him hurt because it's so rare that he ever is.

And because of that, having him call me on the way home Friday night and telling me he hit a deer sent me into an instant panic. Seeing the damage the deer did to his car was almost too much for me. I tried not to let it show, but holy cow, a split second earlier or later, and this could have been a disaster. J wasn't injured but a little shaken to be sure.

I tend to panic at every little twitch or fever he gets because I am simply afraid of anything happening to him. He's my life and my best friend and the thought of something happening to him is more than I can bear. So, when he complains of a fever or ache, my panic buttons jump into hyper drive. See, robots aren't supposed to get dents or fevers or aches and when he does fall ill, I don't know what to do. I am a great caretaker of the girls. And, once I settle down and realize he just has a cold or a pulled muscle, or a dented car, I do a good job taking care of him, but at the onset of an issue with my robot, I am not very helpful and generally try not to freak out. I am trying harder not to panic or overreact over things, but it's still a struggle.

Hopefully, this week will be less eventful and my robot gets better and stays clear of deer.