Mum is selfish and an egomaniac, she equates physical labour with love. That's labour not caring, she is obsessed with having things put here, put there. Take this upstairs, take that downstairs. She will run everyone around her ragged and it's never enough.
It's tempting to say "oh but she's old" but I first remember her saying "do this, your legs are younger than mine" when I was 3 and she was in her late 30s. She has been joking for years about how she goes in shops and the post office and creates a fuss and wants things fetched and a chair brought for her. She laughs about it afterwards and I said "you really are enjoying being old and playing the old card aren't you" she said "I most certainly am".
I truly don't understand it, she's a black hole of need. I do love her and she, I think, means well beneath it all. But she's such a difficult, dissatisfied person who just wants, wants, wants.
I said to her yesterday "I'm surprised you're still so ill and still in your nightie, you were only in hospital for a couple of days. It's surprising that it is made you into a complete invalid over a week later when you were walking around chatting to everyone in the hospital". I also said "Dad has gone very much downhill, he was out having short walks every day and since you got out of hospital he has become an invalid too".
She's such an egomaniac that if she's ill, he's ill, she can't look outside herself at all. Oh well, it's his own fault for having married such a weirdo.