Sue from A Smaller Life made a comment yesterday about how it was a shame our caravan site isn't a residential one, as if it were we could live there so much more cheaply than at home. Well yes, there's no doubt we could.....but even if it were a fully residential site, there's one very big disadvantage about it - the small size of the van. Well, in comparison to our house. The van is 31' x 10', with a fenced in garden that's about 30' long by about 8' wide. There's nowhere for any of the three of us (including Betty) to go to have some peace and quiet - yes we do have 2 bedrooms, but as the van interior walls are made more or less of cardboard (well, not actually cardboard but they may as well be) there's no getting away from noises made by the other members of our family! So if I'm in my bedroom, which is very small, even with the door shut I can clearly hear the TV, or husband talking, or Betty whining outside my door wanting to be let in. I love my caravan (as you all know by now!), but it's tiny and doesn't really have peaceful private spaces where I can take myself off to in order to wind down and relax. It's a good size for a holiday place, but I really don't think it's suitable for 2 people and a dog to live in permanently in comfort. And the kitchen (a galley kitchen) and bathroom are very small. Our house isn't huge, but a 2-storey house with lounge, kitchen/diner, utility room and 3 bedrooms, plus a reasonable sized garden front and rear, garage and 3 sheds (don't ask!) is massive in comparison to the caravan.
Even though we've been together for 41 years (39 married) and wouldn't still be together if we didn't love each other, I think we'd murder each other if we had to live permanently together in a tiny space!
It feels good to be home, 10 days away in the van has done me a power of good. I'm feeling a lot better, although am aware now that my mental state is quite fragile and my equilibrium can be derailed by even small things (like the bathroom incident). The thing is, I suppose, to try not to let the small things become big things, and to tell myself I can bounce back from them. Betty was clearly also pleased to be home, she ran all round the house, checking there were no intruders and that everything was still in its place, and then ran upstairs, jumped straight on my bed and settled down for a long and sprawled out snooze. She was clearly happy to be able to stretch out on a big bed again, rather than sharing my small single bed in the van.
I've done a lot of thinking at the van, and over the last few weeks during this period of depression, and have come to a few conclusions. I don't suffer fools gladly - if I don't like something that someone has done or said, then I will tell them, I'm not just keeping my mouth shut and seething inside, I've done that too often over the years.
A few of you have mentioned that my husband gets away with a lot and I do a lot for him - yes that's true. Because of his severe dyslexia, I've always done all the paperwork and admin stuff - as a former secretary for most of my working life, it's always been second nature to do all that anyway, I don't mind that at all. When we lived in the Midlands and both worked full time, we shared the housework and cooking....once we moved down here and I didn't work anymore (no need, and no opportunities for a job for me anyway), I did all the home stuff. Husband was still working full time, so it was only fair that I did everything at home. Well, he's been retired for over 4 years now, yet I still do pretty much everything at home. Husband does cook occasionally (very, very occasionally)....well, it's more a case of him putting things in the oven that I've already made, such as a quiche or cottage pie or something, and adding a few veggies to it. He'd say that he often does lunch - well seeing as we normally have just a salad or a sandwich or something on toast for lunch, he doesn't really have a lot to do, and we often get our own lunches anyway, as husband likes to have his early, whereas I'm often busy doing something and like to eat a bit later. Other than that, he has just 2 main jobs in the house which are 'his' jobs - vacuuming, which he does because he knows it hurts my back, and emptying the bins/taking the rubbish out on bin day. Now, having a dog who sheds a lot of hair, the vacuuming really needs doing every other day - I'm lucky if husband does it once a week, and then I have to remind him it needs doing. As for the bins.....again I have to point out that the bins need emptying - why, when he can see for himself that they are overflowing?! When I asked him a couple of weeks ago to empty the bedroom and bathroom bins, he grumbled under his breath and said "can't you do it?". I said yes I could.....but then it would become MY job, just another job to add to the list of 653 jobs that I already do! So the point is, I'm not letting him get away with it anymore - he's got to take responsibility for the jobs he's supposed to do, and help me out more around the house.
And before anyone says well he has got heart failure, poor bloke......he was discharged by his cardiologist more than 2 years ago, the consultant told him that his HF was well under control, to the point where the cardiologist didn't need to see him anymore, and he simply had to keep taking the tablets (he'll be on them for life) and only get in touch again if anything changed. Which it hasn't. He does have an ongoing bladder and prostate problem - but so do lots of men his age. And I have bladder, back and joint problems myself, as well as a congenital liver condition and diabetes. None of us is getting any younger or healthier!