The other day, Rob brought a baby robin home from the park. I guess it's mama wasn't around so the kids assumed the mama had lost it. Rob said, "I couldn't just let him die!" He tried to feed him some smushed banana, and put him in a box with some grass clods and a bowl of water. I told him the bird could not stay inside the house, because of the cat and dog, so he put his beloved car in the driveway and the bird in the garage. Yesterday, the box was in the driveway and I checked on the robin who appeared to be doing fine. The next time I went outside, the robin was sitting on the fence, and when I approached him he flew away. When I told Rob that the bird had flown off, he was so proud - he said "I saved his life"! I agreed with him, even though I'm pretty sure that bird is doomed.
Yesterday evening we were watching Jeff Corwin's show on Animal Planet. Rob watches that channel often, he'll switch between music videos, Spike TV, and Animal Planet. Sometimes I even catch him watching HGTV's decorating shows. Rob asked me, "Guess what pet I've always wanted, besides the dog?" I couldn't guess and he told me it was a monkey. I told him that monkeys are really difficult pets, they can get very aggressive. (This I learned from Friends.) Then he suggested we get another dog, he wants a puggle. I told him I just don't have it in me to take care of another animal. He responded with the usual "but I'll take care of it!" I just rolled my eyes at him, and he said, "I know I always say that and never do, but I mean it this time!" I told him we just don't have the room for another pet right now. I don't think he's given up on it yet, though.
Later last night, he was starting to get very depressed - but agitated at the same time. He had to hop in his car and drive around. I called him on the cell and asked what was going on. He said he just needed to be alone. I suggested that maybe he should come home and take his meds. He agreed to come home, but when he arrived he said he didn't want to take the meds. I asked him what was up, and in usual bp fashion, he had a list of things bothering him - but primarily it was the GF. He said he wanted to stay awake so he could think about things. I told him he would just be driving himself nuts, and he said, "But I want to be me. When I take the meds, I'm not me." I told him he could think and think and think, but the situation was going to work out the way it was meant to be. He said, "I know it's a bad relationship, but still want her, and I think about her all the time. I think I always will." I told him that one day in the future, he would be able to recall her fondly as his "first love". He doesn't really believe me. Before I went up to bed, I brought his meds to him. He took them from me, downed them right away, and went to bed.
The other day, Rob brought a baby robin home from the park. I guess it's mama wasn't around so the kids assumed the mama had lost it. Rob said, "I couldn't just let him die!" He tried to feed him some smushed banana, and put him in a box with some grass clods and a bowl of water. I told him the bird could not stay inside the house, because of the cat and dog, so he put his beloved car in the driveway and the bird in the garage. Yesterday, the box was in the driveway and I checked on the robin who appeared to be doing fine. The next time I went outside, the robin was sitting on the fence, and when I approached him he flew away. When I told Rob that the bird had flown off, he was so proud - he said "I saved his life"! I agreed with him, even though I'm pretty sure that bird is doomed.
Yesterday evening we were watching Jeff Corwin's show on Animal Planet. Rob watches that channel often, he'll switch between music videos, Spike TV, and Animal Planet. Sometimes I even catch him watching HGTV's decorating shows. Rob asked me, "Guess what pet I've always wanted, besides the dog?" I couldn't guess and he told me it was a monkey. I told him that monkeys are really difficult pets, they can get very aggressive. (This I learned from Friends.) Then he suggested we get another dog, he wants a puggle. I told him I just don't have it in me to take care of another animal. He responded with the usual "but I'll take care of it!" I just rolled my eyes at him, and he said, "I know I always say that and never do, but I mean it this time!" I told him we just don't have the room for another pet right now. I don't think he's given up on it yet, though.
Later last night, he was starting to get very depressed - but agitated at the same time. He had to hop in his car and drive around. I called him on the cell and asked what was going on. He said he just needed to be alone. I suggested that maybe he should come home and take his meds. He agreed to come home, but when he arrived he said he didn't want to take the meds. I asked him what was up, and in usual bp fashion, he had a list of things bothering him - but primarily it was the GF. He said he wanted to stay awake so he could think about things. I told him he would just be driving himself nuts, and he said, "But I want to be me. When I take the meds, I'm not me." I told him he could think and think and think, but the situation was going to work out the way it was meant to be. He said, "I know it's a bad relationship, but still want her, and I think about her all the time. I think I always will." I told him that one day in the future, he would be able to recall her fondly as his "first love". He doesn't really believe me. Before I went up to bed, I brought his meds to him. He took them from me, downed them right away, and went to bed.