Dad likes to shop. EVERY day. We’ve been to Wal-Mart three times in the three days he’s been here. I hate Wal-Mart. I hate shopping. I have to force myself to go to Wal-Mart once a week to do grocery shopping. He doesn’t see anything wrong with running to the store for one thing. Finally I told him that Friday is shopping day and we’re not going back to Wal-Mart until then. Make a list!
I got home from work today and guess what…he broke the faucet in the tub when he took a shower today. We had to go to Lowe’s for a new one. Ate dinner out since we were out anyway. He had a great prime rib and I had shrimp. If I didn’t know better I’d think he broke the faucet on purpose just for a reason to go shopping!
He’s still a young man at 72, but can’t drive anymore due to medical reasons. So wherever he goes he has to rely on someone else to take him places. And being stuck at home all day he wants to get out when I get home from work. I wonder what he’ll come up with tomorrow
I’ve made up my mind not to let it bother me. He’s home for the holidays and I’m glad to spend the time with him.