I'm Team Alone. But it took me too many years to figure that out. I used to drag poor DH out so we could garden. I would be working away and I would turn around and he was gone. Back in the house, watching sports.
I finally had a defining moment when all became clear. I sat down next to him on the couch and said, "You know, we march to different drummers, and that is OK. If I need your strong back, I will call you on your cell."
Then when his back got old and not so strong, I hired a young back to help me with the hauling and digging on Saturdays. Now that I am retired I also call the HOA gardeners to see if they are in our area. If they are, they will come by and move something for me.
