Yesterday was a bad day & I was horrible!
It was the first day of the school summer holidays & I was already wondering how I would balance working from home, mums needs & trying to find time for my 9 year old to have some fun.
Mum rang at 5.45 to ask what time I would be around & then again at 7.30. I reassured her that her neighbour would be bringing her newspaper at 9 & a friend would be visiting at 10.30 & I would arrive at 11.30.
I know she was panicking & anxious but she continued to ring & I told her I needed a break from it all. She then cancelled the friend visiting as she only wanted me there. I was so cross when I got to hers laden with shopping to fill her fridge to be told she’s perfectly capable of doing her own shopping!
Everything calmed down & she settled with her colouring & we left after 4 hours with the promise to be back later.
When I went back later to do tea & tablets she was very disconcerted that she had no memory of the day (she seems to have these moments when she’s aware that brain is failing her) but I reassured her that weekends can be like that & she had just been engrossed in the colouring.
Spent the evening feeling guilty & crying as the reality of this situation settled on me (I’ve been hard nosed & just getting on with the job for last 6+ months)
This morning, it’s like a different person! First phonecall at 8.15 to say she’d lost house keys. Turns out she had double locked door “as always” (she hasn’t needed to do that for years!).
Next phonecall “shall we go out for lunch or shall I cook something (again not cooked for about a year) & she’ll see me at 12!
Have we slipped into a parallel universe? Do better days always follow the bad ones? & what shall I do with these extra couple hours I’ve been gifted? ☕️🧁😂
It was the first day of the school summer holidays & I was already wondering how I would balance working from home, mums needs & trying to find time for my 9 year old to have some fun.
Mum rang at 5.45 to ask what time I would be around & then again at 7.30. I reassured her that her neighbour would be bringing her newspaper at 9 & a friend would be visiting at 10.30 & I would arrive at 11.30.
I know she was panicking & anxious but she continued to ring & I told her I needed a break from it all. She then cancelled the friend visiting as she only wanted me there. I was so cross when I got to hers laden with shopping to fill her fridge to be told she’s perfectly capable of doing her own shopping!
Everything calmed down & she settled with her colouring & we left after 4 hours with the promise to be back later.
When I went back later to do tea & tablets she was very disconcerted that she had no memory of the day (she seems to have these moments when she’s aware that brain is failing her) but I reassured her that weekends can be like that & she had just been engrossed in the colouring.
Spent the evening feeling guilty & crying as the reality of this situation settled on me (I’ve been hard nosed & just getting on with the job for last 6+ months)
This morning, it’s like a different person! First phonecall at 8.15 to say she’d lost house keys. Turns out she had double locked door “as always” (she hasn’t needed to do that for years!).
Next phonecall “shall we go out for lunch or shall I cook something (again not cooked for about a year) & she’ll see me at 12!
Have we slipped into a parallel universe? Do better days always follow the bad ones? & what shall I do with these extra couple hours I’ve been gifted? ☕️🧁😂