There are some things that I can't do for you.

DJ needs a new wheelchair - badly.  He's been using his "spare" for months now because his original randomly broke one day.  This one is on it's last leg - no pun intended.  Although this may not seem like a big deal, it's a pretty hot topic in our house.

I would never say this to DJ, because I've learned to pick my battles, but I think I've spoiled him by doing everything all the time.  I can count on one hand the number of times he's done dishes since we moved into the new house, & even then he just loaded the dishwasher.  He doesn't do any other housework, except to clean the garage - because I absolutely refuse to do that.  The man cave is his responsibility.

Since I'm at work all day, he's had to be the one to make all the phone calls & deal with all the mortgage stuff - which is a freaking fiasco.  He gets pretty testy about it, & when he's mad he sort of implies that I should be doing more.  Well love, when exactly would you like me to do that - before I cook dinner at lunchtime while trying to get myself ready for work, or after I get home at 11:30?

That's not even the big issue.  The big issue is my original topic:  the wheelchair.  During the move (and because Social Security is screwed up!), his insurance lapsed somehow.  He's trying to straighten all that out, but he gets frustrated & gives up after a while.  The ownership I can take is that there are still a bunch of boxes that aren't unpacked, & some helpful paperwork is probably in them.  However, that is not preventing him from getting this taken care of...it's just an excuse.

I love him & there's nothing I wouldn't do for him, but I can't do this.  This is something he needs to take care of.  I know it's annoying, & I'd want to give up too - but sometimes in life you just have to put on your big-girl-panties & get the job done.  I think this is one of those times.