I'm lucky enough to still have my grandma and I love her dearly but she does like to galavant and doesn't seem to realise how stressful it can be driving all over the place in a short space of time. I take her to her doctor once a month which is quite a faffy drive but she doesn't just want to do that - she waits until we're in the car and then tells me she needs to pop to some obscure shop in the worst area of the city to drive down, pop to the postoffice where it is impossible to park, pop to a relatives house but she can't quite remember where they live so could I just drive around an area and hope we recognise the front door .... etc etc.
This week I've been working 13 hour shifts and I am seriously knackered. Today and tomorrow are my days off. Today I have rested. Tomorrow I arranged to take my mum to visit my grandad. Idea was we'd go there, take the kids for dinner and then do a bit of shopping and go home. Well my grandma has got wind of it and has decided she wants to come - so not only do I have to detour to pick her up (which I don't mind) but she wants to travel all over the city to buy some obscure art stuff and one shop inparticular she wants to visit is RIGHT at the other end of the city, in the industrial, dual carriageway, lots of accidents, lots of lorrys and work traffic part which also involves driving through the town centre to get there. I have said no. I'm happy to take her to my grandads with us but I'm not faffing about. I'm sticking to my plan of dinner and shops like I promised the kids. These shifts are killing me and I don't think I'm being unreasonable to want calm, relaxing days off.
So why do I feel guilty? Am I being a cow?