Rant alert:
I had a minor but painful operation on Thursday. Can't go to work for a week or so, can't carry or lift stuff. Mum came to "look after" me on Friday. By 2pm I was knackered. She is obsessively organised and clean. I am NOT. Every time she washed or cleaned something I'd get a lecture on how dirty/disorganised I am, intertwined with how bad I am with money. I was pottering about all day - mainly so she'd stop criticising - and got really tired and achy.
She wants to come tomorrow but I've asked her not to, so now she's offended.
Yesterday and today, DH has been doing everything -ferrying dds around to various things, cooking, washing and so on. We normally share - or so I thought.
What a bleeding palaver. He can't put the washing on at the same time as he's cooking Sunday lunch, he can't let dd2 "help" with the veg because it's "too difficult" so I have two dds racing round me falling out with each other because he can't occupy them and he's popping out of the kitchen every now and again to bark at them.
There's so much stuff on the stairs and all over the floors you can barely see the carpet in the front room, and I can't pick up because it hurts (I know, sounds pathetic but it does). I'm hiding up here but can't relax because it needs hoovering, and if I ask Dh to do it he may have a nervous breakdown, and if I try to do it he'll grab the hoover from me and tell me off like I'm five.
Rest? It's more bleeding stressful than the operation! I know, I'm an ungrateful cow.