Walter

Almost three years ago, we asked Bobbies dad Walter to move in with us because he is at that age where he could no longer take care of him self, the things we take for granted walking, reaching out for objects that we want, even seeing, all these things are now nearly imposable or very difficult for Walter to do.

Walter has taught me a lot about being a man, being honest, how to earn and give respect to others. He didn’t give me books or impart vast amounts of knowledge to me, he taught me all this by living it every day of his life with his beloved wife. Even after my mother in law is gone now, he still teaches me to this day how to be a man for this I am eternally grateful. Before I tell my story, I want to say that I wouldn’t have given any thing up nor done it differently since he has come to live with us I truly do love the man and have the highest respect for him.

Before the days of Walter we had the full run of the house, if we wanted to go into the bedroom grab a few spanking tools along the way and have a spank fest we did it, sometimes we didn’t come out of our cave for hours. If we were in the kitchen or other parts of the house and Bobbie happened to bend over to pick something up she got a swat for her troubles because who could reset seeing such a beautiful target like that and not wanting to slap it once, twice, three...

There are times when Walter just drives me nuts with his mannerisms, he has to set his silverware in just the right order, he has to have 3 napkins around him when he eats, he even has to have his bread for breakfast cut in a certain manor and to sit there watching this unfold is madding. He is the only one that I know of that can crunch soggy cearal when eating it, Walters reach is severely limited he cannot reach any thing past the edge of the table and the poor guy cannot cut his own meat any more.

That is not my real beef with the man, he can eat, crunch his food like a horse, watch any TV program he wants even Turner Classic Movies that don’t bother me well yes it does but I can live in peace with that. The thing that ticks me off is that he is there, never goes away and he has taken my “US” time away and when you take our “US” time away then I have issues about that that is because I am not a happy camper nor is Bobbie very happy about it either.

It used to be we could give him a quarter to go to the local party store 3 blocks down to buy some bubble gum and have a couple of hours to ourselves but we can’t do that now because we would have to send out the search party looking for him. He now strays from the path to the party store because since we decked out his walker he has become a chick magnet. His new hobby is picking up chicks as he says it now, we have caught him with a lady friend sitting on his walker leaning against each other sleeping because they both got too tired to go any further to the party store. So now, when he goes to the party store we have to chaperone him and his lady friends to make sure they don’t get distracted while going to the store.

As some of you can attest, living with our parents can be challenging at times while trying to balance your own relationship with your spouse. So the question of the day is how do you maintain you’re dynamic with your spouse while taking care of our elderly parents in the same house?

Some of our problems that are cropping up are Bobbie is getting more snarky, she gets mad at her dad because of what he has said or done to her and then she snaps at me. Tending to his needs has taken alot time away from us and at times, it seems like we are starting to drift apart.

She is starting to get into her I can do it mode where she doesn’t want any help because she figures that it is her dad and her responsibility to take care of him and doesn’t want to burden anyone else in helping out. We are limited to how long we can go out and leave him alone. Now it takes the two of us to take him anywhere because he needs help to get into the van.

The things we are doing are; we disappear more for an hour at a time either when he watching TV or taking his shower. We sit outside more if we need to talk. We have learned to txt message each other through the phone this seems to be working out great because now I have a way to tell her to cool her jets. We have put a new meaning to date night we going to secluded locations to get some spanking in, Bobbie feels like a teenager again parking and doing thing that we did many years ago.

Our latest indever is that we are attempting to soundproof our bathroom so we can have some us time without him hearing Bobbie yelling “ouch, dam you that hurts, not so hard” and then…. WEG, we bought some sound deadening foam, it looks like egg crates and put it in between the studs and it seems to work so we have to buy some more to finish off the rest of the walls

For those of you that have elderly parents living with you what do you do to get away so you can have some time alone?



Bob