In Toms mind, putting in the wood stove was a breeze... it went well and we had fun doing it together.....while the girls scampered around the yard playing with there balls and sticks.
Tom did well when we went to the store to buy parts for the stove..... There was a time we loved shopping together and than the time came that shopping for Tom became a night mare to him.....
Since the new medication he was fine in the store but I still had to help him find what he was looking for.......and when we got to the check out I sent him out to check on the girls in the van......
Tom struggled with what order to do things...... he had trouble fitting pieces together......really wasn't sure what to do... so I tried to guide him in a way he didn't notice.... he did a lot of screaming and hollering out of frustration, but I would calmly redirect so he didn't notice his own confusion.....
BUT I DID LAUGH when he asked me to put the tar (in a caulking tube) on the part that went on the roof.... he watched me struggle to squeeze the caulking gun and yelled out orders like a drill sergeant.... "more here...not to close to the edge .....come on your squeezing it like an old woman.... more over here...geeze I should just do it myself"............. I laughed and said "why aren't you doing it?" He said "because you want to"............ "No I don't" ....... "Yes you do because you think you know everything." I said "here...you do it........I want your job.....I want to sit and tell you how to do it and where to put it." He so didn't get it but did finish the job. LOL
So I agreed with him that it went well and we all had fun doing it together.
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