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Date: 19 January 2006 16:14:38
Metaphorically, as Tiddles needs the computer for his Geography homework when he gets home, and literally.
This morning was quite eventful. Somehow the bottle of cooking oil, which had fallen out of the cupboard and been stood alongside it because there was no room to replace it at the time, was stepped on by some Smudgelet or other and burst, spilling 75% of its contents over the kitchen floor just ten minutes before we were due to set off for school this morning.
Helpfully, Tiddles noticed and proceeded to bring me the bottle... through the hall and my parquet-floored lounge... to show me the damage... thus ensuring an even spread of the remaining contents across three separate floor coverings. Four washes with boiling water and a broken mop later........
Still, I made it to school eventually. Interesting morning. Shame I can't blog it, really! ;) Then off to Sandown to aquafit (or should that be "aqua-not-very-fit"?) As I pointed out to M, it's amazing how I come out of the pool feeling totally devigorated. Equally amazing how only a doughnut can restore my equilibrium.
It's been an interesting few days - a week of highs and lows. The relaxation has been really beneficial, such as it was, but hindered considerably by the massive backlog of cleaning and tidying and ironing etc etc (and the slight slip of the tact from my sister who implied that if I only made a bit more effort I could keep on top of it all! She didn't mean to be so insulting really, it just came out that way as she was despairing of how she could help me and wanted to stop me complaining - can't blame her for that!). Attempts to organise more help for Dad have proved stressful this week as he point blank refused to admit there was any help he needed or that I might be struggling. Heard that story before? He also pointed out that he paid me to take care of him, and has absolutely no appreciation of the fact that the money he gives me each week goes on food and petrol and his cleaner and gardener etc. etc. etc. So any additional help we get, should in theory come from that money or else free me up to do more work caring for him. AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH! But the good news is that we have arranged for him to go to the Hospice day centre two days a week now - which means two more hours of freedom for me each week - and we have organised for a carer to come in and do his second shower of the week instead of me struggling with it at 8.30 at night. Hallelujah! My sisters between them have decided to take the boys off my hands for four days at half term as well as my dad, which means that not only will I be able to go to a Church of Fools retreat, but I can also think of visiting someone or, and this is a high priority if I can find the money to do it, spend an overnight stay at a spa hotel being pampered. Yippeeeeeeeeeee. Lets hope it all comes to fruition. It's so much easier when you have something to look forward to.
Would you believe I've been swimming/aquafitting four times so far this week? Now for some more exercise cleaning the floor..... again.