Ground Hog Day
Everyday is ground hog day when you have to look after a very elderly parent, it is the same old thing day in day out. I live 5 minutes away from my mother, in the morning the carer gets her up from bed and makes her a cup of tea, then I go down by 9 O`Clock to tidy up her home make her breakfast, etc., and it takes about an hour.
Then I go home and get ready to pick up my grandson from school make him lunch then return him to school, I then pop into my mothers and make her tea, etc., do a bit of shopping....then back down to my mothers to make her an evening meal, wash up empty the commode, then I make my way back home and usually have a tin of soup as I feel so tired.
Then there is the endless phone calls without exaggeration she rings on average 30 times a day if not more hard to believe. It usually is about the same old things she constantly complains.
Then there is also the bathing of mother seeing to her clothes doing her laundry, this has been going on for years, I am now quite resolved to the situation, there has been so many times when I have thought that she would not survive the numerous illnesses she has had not forgetting the broken hip a couple of years ago, but bless her she always pulls through a bit worse for wear, but nevertheless she still prevails.
I suppose you got to laugh or go insane as I do this everyday.....I never have a day off.