I seem to be at the anger stage. To my shame I had a row with poor mum yesterday. She hasn’t wanted to do anything at all so I’ve sorted every piece of paper work, spoken to banks, pension companies, insurance companies etc. It was me that dealt with all aspects of the funeral, spoke to the police, the registrar, the undertaker, the celebrant, me that wrote the eulogy. I’ve arranged for a blue badge, a community alarm, applied for Attendance Allowance for her. I’ve spoke to the doctors about her medication and social services about her deafness and mobility. I’ve done her shopping and her banking.
My brother in the meantime has had two holidays and yesterday arranged for her to have a flu jab on a day when he couldn’t take her (he’s away for the weekend again )but assumed I could. I only mentioned that it was a bit rich him booking it on the assumption I would be able to do it on top of everything else when I got the whole ‘I don’t want to be a burden, put me in a home’ guilt trip.
Apparently he cuts the lawns (they are tiny) and he works full time (so do I) so that is enough. And she doesn’t need me to do anything.
The thing is, I don’t mind doing these things, I really don’t, but I was really hurt. I had to leave before saying something I regretted and drove up to a local beauty spot in a temper.