Well, things are so much better than two months ago I feel a bit indulgent having a vent now, but I’m having one of those “I want my life back” moments today.
Mum keeps talking all the time - to be fair she always did but I didn’t live with her before - when there’s no escape a loner like me just quietly goes crazy. One of the worst things at the moment is the constant running commentary when she’s having a bowel movement. I know it’s because she’s a bit self-conscious and worried about it, but it’s awful oversharing! It makes me laugh mostly, but on days like today I just wish she wouldn’t.
My garden has gone to pot, the grass is a foot long and my house needs a good tidy up and sort out. I know I need to organise respite but I haven’t got round to it. Mum’s been a bit poorly for a week but better now. When she feels physically better it’s tough for her, because she wants her life back too but she’s too frail now. She’s having a hard time accepting that. understandably.