Sitting up late of an evening as I often do:
My disabled DS has kept us busy today on what is ostensibly our day off. It has been a stressful week, I haven't been well (stress related) and DH has just been working flat out.
DS has had a bad cold so we put him to bed and he slept for a couple of hours. Then he woke up and wanted to come downstairs.
I could tell by the smell that he needed cleaning, and indeed he did. Cleaning an incontinent adult is not like cleaning a baby; they produce so much more that needs cleaning. 20 minutes, two bin bags and three packs of wipes later I had finally accomplished it.
30 mins later - more shit. This time it was DH's turn, at least there are 2 of us to deal with it. One set of pyjamas and an entire set of bedclothes needing washing.
Whilst stripping the bed we realised that he had left a trail of shit all the way down the carpeted stairs (he can't walk so has to bottom shuffle down). So lots of shampooing and scrubbing needed. This is supposed to be our time off?
I dearly love my DS. But I sure as hell don't love what comes out of him. Does that make me a terrible person, less than saintly?
After DS had gone to bed it transpired that he had broken his IPad again. We have had it repaired twice and just can't afford to keep getting it done....but he relies on it for much of his entertainment at home, it gives him great joy. What to do?
Many people like to feel that we are destined for great things and scorn mediocrity. I am no exception; but I don't know how I am supposed to rise above this sort of life? After all, you can't get much more mediocre than shit.