Looks like a lot of us are deep in the trenches atm.
I kept my head down with DM this week - busy at work, ongoing issues with Gummy's apprentice, and a virus that I can't shake. Went to see her last night and my diagnosis was right on the cellulitis in her legs, looks like the OOH Doc came out, and 'someone'? picked up her ABs for her from the chemist. Result. DB (golden boy) seems to be worried that I am holding him to splitting the care more evenly. He was supposed to take her for a (not crucial) hospital check up this week and told me the day before he couldn't, so I cancelled the appointment rather than try and take a day's leave to cover it myself.
The quid pro quo in all this though, is that my mum declared she hated the bird feeder that I wrestled with to put up in the garden last Sunday, and wants to give it away (my whole life she has liked to try and punish me like that). As I had my trusty cloak of teflon on, I said I was happy for her to do what she wanted with it.
Unlike those of you who love your elders, and talk about them being your best friends, my parents only ever criticised me, as both a child and adult. So the things I do for my DM now I do out of obligation, and with gritted teeth, which she is well aware of and it pains her even more that she should be in a position where she is reliant on my goodwill. Her favourite topic of conversation is to bitch about someone - her one remaining friend, my DB, his wife, my DH, me. And her second favourite is to complain about being lonely. With no connection between the two.
Last note of my rant - I've been getting counselling for the past couple of months, as I have been struggling with depression and self hate for years. I think I am starting to learn how to cope with her attitude towards me now, and how my parents brought me up, and check my own behaviour so that I don't have to be like them.
Sorry to bore you all with my self analysis rather than offer anyone else any support.
Cockroach all x