one of my friends from work, a doc, retired from practice and started hanging around the house all the time. finally, his wife told him, "tony, i married you for better or worse--not for lunch. go back to work." and he went back, part time, to the office, doing physicals and checkups. they were both much happier. i finally told my hubby the same thing--i retired to take care of him and his parkinson's--not to be the cook, maid, and laundry lady, exclusively. i still don't get much quilting done, but he's learning that the wife that doesn't have to cook fresh, every meal, is a much happier one...