Compassion and Compromise

I've had several folks e-mail and ask how the missus is doing. She's doing quite well and contrary to popular belief I'm doing my best to help ease her burden and "put her needs first". See she's hit the sage where she's just a bit uncomfortable and awfully tired by the time she gets home from work.

I've of course decided the best way to go through this phase is by consuming vast quantities of booze, I find after four or five drinks the voices quiet down nicely and I can concentrate on the tasks (maintaining my buzz) at hand. To help the missus in her time of need I'm compassionate; I offer words of encouragement and bits of advice when she gets home after a long day at work, like:
- Why don't you rest a couple of minutes before fixing my dinner.
- You don't have to do the dishes, now, they'll still be there for you after you get me another beer.
- You know what always makes me feel better after a long day at the office, a foot-rub. Then I hand her a bottle of lotion so she doesn't have to go all the way to the back to get one before she starts massaging my tired feets.

I've even stopped drinking during my lunch break and don't really start pounding the drinks until after eight o'clock. That way in the morning when I'm hung over and in need of pampering she's well rested and at her best after getting a couple hours of sleep.

I learned a long time ago that marriage was about compassion and compromise and if I'm not willing to make a sacrifice and offer a word or two of encouragement then who is?