Ok. Normal service resuming. I’ve showered, washed my hair, loaded the washing machine & dishwasher. (Hopefully no forks in with the washing, but ..)
Next time you step in the shower & want to wash your hair, think of me lol. Left hand encased in plastic bag, so it’s not great for gripping. Attempt to clamp shampoo bottle in crook of left arm & squeeze bottle against body, while catching shampoo in right hand. So didn’t think that one through. So, now I’m leaning back to stop the shampoo from dripping out, while attempting to get the shampoo in my hand onto my hair. I managed, but it wasn’t easy. Eyes clamped shut to stop them getting full of soap.
Anyone needing to do this one handed, I worked out the only reasonably easy method. Squeeze conditioner into body, drop bottle & scoop up quickly. At least rinsing was easier. Just relax under a pounding shower & let the water do the work.
I was exhausted by the time I’d finished, but I feel a lot better.
I’m now gathering my strength, I’ve been contacted by a distant relative of my crazy auntie E on my mums side. I think it’s by marriage rather than blood, I’m not sure I can cope with her otherwise. Even her son, cousin M, says his mum is as mad as a bathfull of frogs
I thought I was going to spend some quiet time, swopping the last of my files from laptop to iMac & working out how to store them in a way that’s useful. Instead of which, I’m getting emails from distant family members asking for information. I guess logging into the ancestry site triggered all that.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m pleased to finally get some insight into that side of the family, but it feels very pressured rather than relaxing. Well, I did say I wanted to use my brain, so I guess I got what I wanted, so I’d better hush up my moaning.
At least Mum is more relaxed. She totally didn’t relate the dates this week, either to dads birthday or the anniversary of his death, which was very sad for me, but better for her. It’s dirt if wired, as a few weeks ago, she was full of the dates & wanting to join him, saying, it was time.
We’ve shared a funny daughter / Mum moment, attempting to eat mangos. I had to get Mum to hold the mango as I cut the skin so we could peel them. She can’t work out how to do it herself & just stabs at it, while I can’t hold & cut. We managed & sat earing while giggling at the mess we were making. It was actually very sweet, a memory I’ll treasure in the future. We worked together, not something we manage often
