As some of you may know, my old dear ended up in hospital for a short stay last week and I ended up with the house to myself, then made primary carer for the second when she came out.
I've grown up pretty lazy to be honest, even when I did move out years ago my partner did a fair chunk of the household stuff (she was the mothering type), so really I've not had to lift a finger (so to speak) for many number of years.
It does actually feel quite good to fend for yourself, but on the same hand, such a chore.
Amazing how quick the clothes pile up on the bed and don't magically reappear back in the cupboard, washed, ironed and folded.
Then when you come home, it's all dark and no food is bubbling away on the stove and when you've finished eating, the plate doesn't get whisked away and is suddenly clean ready for the next meal time.
It's been a constant cycle of cooking, cleaning, washing, sleeping and working.
Then the cats came home at the beginning of this week, thought that would be nice and simple, oh no, they had to be taken to the vets four times, various pills and potions administered, also worries about them maybe having to stay at the vets (they caught something at the cattery
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Still, the roads are empty during the day and the supermarkets are pretty dead compared to what I have been used to in the past.
I'm not saying I've never done anything to help out round the house or go shopping, or even had to fend for myself before, it's just that I've not done it quite so "alone".... It's been easy in the past just following a list of what she wanted from the supermarket or getting the car fixed for her, I'd have a specific task to do and I'd do it to the letter.
This has felt different though, I've actually had to THINK what needs doing.. cleaning.. collecting.. taking..
Maybe I have been taking the old dear for granted a smidge too much all these years.
Not to say I couldn't cope or anything, just a bit of an eye opener to what does go on while I'm busy at work.
It's not all coffee, neighbours, gossip and hello magazines after all.
At points this week I swear she has been testing me to try and make me snap, by being extra unable to do things (she can walk about without sticks, but not allowed to bend down) and being extra obtuse with me but I think I held my cool pretty well.
Saying that though you can keep your nurses job, that takes proper dedication, fair play to those that do it for a living, I'm far too selfish to help others out without "effort".
Lost track of where I was going now..
Basically, look after yr Mum if you're still at home and help out where you can.
She's the only one you're going to get.
Ah well, back to the grindstone tomorrow I guess.
Good job too because I'm skint.
I've grown up pretty lazy to be honest, even when I did move out years ago my partner did a fair chunk of the household stuff (she was the mothering type), so really I've not had to lift a finger (so to speak) for many number of years.
It does actually feel quite good to fend for yourself, but on the same hand, such a chore.
Amazing how quick the clothes pile up on the bed and don't magically reappear back in the cupboard, washed, ironed and folded.
Then when you come home, it's all dark and no food is bubbling away on the stove and when you've finished eating, the plate doesn't get whisked away and is suddenly clean ready for the next meal time.
It's been a constant cycle of cooking, cleaning, washing, sleeping and working.
Then the cats came home at the beginning of this week, thought that would be nice and simple, oh no, they had to be taken to the vets four times, various pills and potions administered, also worries about them maybe having to stay at the vets (they caught something at the cattery
)Still, the roads are empty during the day and the supermarkets are pretty dead compared to what I have been used to in the past.
I'm not saying I've never done anything to help out round the house or go shopping, or even had to fend for myself before, it's just that I've not done it quite so "alone".... It's been easy in the past just following a list of what she wanted from the supermarket or getting the car fixed for her, I'd have a specific task to do and I'd do it to the letter.
This has felt different though, I've actually had to THINK what needs doing.. cleaning.. collecting.. taking..
Maybe I have been taking the old dear for granted a smidge too much all these years.
Not to say I couldn't cope or anything, just a bit of an eye opener to what does go on while I'm busy at work.
It's not all coffee, neighbours, gossip and hello magazines after all.
At points this week I swear she has been testing me to try and make me snap, by being extra unable to do things (she can walk about without sticks, but not allowed to bend down) and being extra obtuse with me but I think I held my cool pretty well.
Saying that though you can keep your nurses job, that takes proper dedication, fair play to those that do it for a living, I'm far too selfish to help others out without "effort".
Lost track of where I was going now..
Basically, look after yr Mum if you're still at home and help out where you can.
She's the only one you're going to get.
Ah well, back to the grindstone tomorrow I guess.
Good job too because I'm skint.
