I feel guilty because things are so much easier for me than for a lot of other people on this forum, but I just had to have a moan.
Sunday afternoons are a trial. Mondays are our bin days and OH always took care of that, putting out the bins on a Sunday and managing the recycling. He just can't do it now as he gets confused as to what to put out and where. So I organise it but get him to help as he needs to be involved.
However once everything is out and we are back inside it's a case of "when are we doing the bins?". Then five minutes later he's putting his shoes on so he can go and do the bins. I explain they are done and he seems surprised but accepts it. Then after 10 minutes or so it all starts again. It goes on over and over again for about a couple of hours. It just seems such a major thing to him. I understand that but I do find it trying.
Then tomorrow morning when he hears the binmen he'll say "I've forgotten to put the bins out". It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.
Sunday afternoons are a trial. Mondays are our bin days and OH always took care of that, putting out the bins on a Sunday and managing the recycling. He just can't do it now as he gets confused as to what to put out and where. So I organise it but get him to help as he needs to be involved.
However once everything is out and we are back inside it's a case of "when are we doing the bins?". Then five minutes later he's putting his shoes on so he can go and do the bins. I explain they are done and he seems surprised but accepts it. Then after 10 minutes or so it all starts again. It goes on over and over again for about a couple of hours. It just seems such a major thing to him. I understand that but I do find it trying.
Then tomorrow morning when he hears the binmen he'll say "I've forgotten to put the bins out". It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.