Sorry it’s been so long between posts, but my baby brother and his family moved into our livingroom rather suddenly two weeks ago. My brother had never met my husband, so he and his family had no idea what they would need to do as they recovered in our livingroom from their (latest) trauma.
My brother has a son, my nephew, who is a one year-old. He is a toddler and having a toddler around a blind man is… complicated. My husband started using his cane full time, even inside the house, which was not something he was used to either (and sometimes he forgets it). My brother and his (common law) wife had to be told where you could put or leave things and where you couldn’t, and that everything had to be put in the same place it was before if my husband put it there. Things have to remain organized. Follow the laundry schedule. Pay attention to the walking areas and remove any obstacles (including toddlers). It’s not really all that complicated, but it’s a long list of ‘rules’ for a guy (my baby brother) that takes joy in breaking rules.
People often complain that God makes too many rules. The goody-two-shoes (so they are called) try to explain this this is for your own good. It keeps you safe. It makes your life stable and livable. Well… in this case, in our house, it’s for someone elses’ good. The fact that it is his home is secondary. The fact that all of us love him and will kick your scrawny ass back to whatever state you came from if you do anything on purpose to hurt him is primary.
We try to live a nice, stable life because it is best for us. If you live with us, you have to try to live a nice, stable life too. It really IS better for you, you know. You could learn a lot of discipline in the way disabled people are, by nature of their disability, forced to live their lives. You are welcome for the free lessons in living a better life. Hope you apply them in your next home.