It's one of those days and it isn't even 9 am yet. We're going to the van for the day, it's set to be a sunny, if extremely windy, day with no rain forecast until this evening, so we have to take advantage of that. Husband wanted to go, just for the day. As it's a nice day, it's possible there may be more people there.
I was up early as usual, getting a few things ready to take with us.....dog treats (she has her main meal in the morning, with a few treats later on), 2 pasties I took out of the freezer last night, some fruit, fresh milk, a coolbag to pack them in. A book I'm halfway through. Betty's collar and lead (husband forgot the lead last time we went). I'd put on washing to do overnight on the economy rate, so got that out of the machine. I pegged some of it out on the line - some bedding, using plenty of extra pegs as it's so windy. The rest of the washing I took upstairs to hang on the airer, Betty followed me up. Unfortunately, she was in a very lively (naughty) mood and whilst I was putting the washing on the airer in the spare bedroom, she jumped on my bed and grabbed one of my pillows, shaking it around as if it was a rat she was killing, then throwing it on the floor and humping it. I'm sorry to say I shouted at her, and then burst into tears, it was kind of the last straw.
I've really been feeling the strain the last couple of weeks (I'm sure husband is too). Having to cope with his total short term memory loss and his mood swings, along with managing appointments (his and mine), making all the decisions about absolutely everything, helping him out when he's inadvertently messed up his phone and computer (both of those happen on a regular basis), as well as all the normal cooking and housework things, and lack of a decent night's sleep, is leaving me permanently tired - no, exhausted.
I really get what you're going through. My beloved died of a brain tumour in September and was like a person with dementia - it was exhausting and distressing and I was on such a short fuse. He was in his 50's so I feel cheated of the life we had planned. Our cat has now decided to yowl several times during the night and is generally a pain in the proverbial, but I am exhausted and end up yelling at her. Hang on in there, have a change of scenery and fingers crossed that he hasn't got anything going on upstairs. Big hugs. xxReplyDelete
I can't imagine what you must be going through! Sounds like you need some Respite Care! Is there Anyone to help you? There must be someone...Sending love and prayer!!ReplyDelete
Oh, Sooze, what a time you're having. A day at the caravan will do you both good. If there are others there, you can have a chat, if not, snuggle up with Betty and read your book while hubby dozes. It's always the smallest, most insignificant thing that sends us over the edge. Sending BIG hugs. xxReplyDelete
So sorry that things are so rough. I just can't imagine the stress from what you are going through. Hope you got a bit of a cuddle in with Betty, and things settled down once you got to the caravan.ReplyDelete
(((( hugs )))). I hope the van trip was a great restorer for you. xxReplyDelete