| Take some great advice: Now's the time to subscribe. Pay $0.99 every four weeks for the first year to read all the Hax you want without interruptions — and get unlimited access to The Washington Post's award-winning journalism. This deal ends soon — click here to subscribe.  (Nick Galifianakis for The Post) | Adapted from an online discussion. Dear Carolyn: I moved back in with my 70ish-year-old parents, partly because I have a chronic illness and partly because they are 70ish and can't do everything by themselves. Ha, did you believe that? Cause I did! The truth is that my father does everything he is not supposed to do, all the time. This is after doctors' advice to stop, slow down, and ask for help. Guess who recently ripped his fingernail off and broke his finger putting his hand under the mower while it was running? Just for a second! Could have happened to anyone! A tropical storm is coming and suddenly he needs to clean every one of the gutters before it gets here. WHY. This is after my mother and I spent a solid 30 minutes convincing him not to mow the grass for various reasons. He agreed, but then guess who hears the lawn mower running later in the day. Me. I hear the lawn mower running. Somehow I have adopted the world's tallest toddler. There is a general idea in our house that, ha ha, this is how all men are in retirement! Ha ha! They are all negligent and liars? I think we can expect better of our retired men than this. I would be less frustrated if he weren't in pain. None of his body parts work correctly, which is a surprise to no one but him. If I remind him that cleaning all the gutters will make his shoulders hurt, like three weeks ago when all the items in the attic had to be brought down and inspected — he says, yup. As if, this is the price we pay to be human. He is going to HURT himself. He has never been able to sit still or relax. Is there someone we can get him to listen to and stop this madness? I'm so tired. — Helpppp Meeeeee | 
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