The Naked Crepe

[MrsSchadenfreude]

Psst, over here!

Cremo - yes I recall the 'constantly on alert' - MI is right - it is incredibly draining, pretty sure I am still recovering from it. Only started to feel vaguely normal recently.... But my fil has had another fall so dp is dashing home today to check on him.....

Oh BD, hope fil ok after fall.

Thanks everyone. Got the weekend to prepare my head for onslaught on Monday. Have to now go to Plan B with dad as he has flatly refused to go to dsis next week. So private carer to be hired at last minute to move in.
"Uhuh , is that right mum? A private career? Oh ok "

Cremo - it's an area of Compliance in a particular field and something I seem to have an talent for - it helps pay the bills and enables me to work from home and pretty much set my own agenda.

No advice on Parental Diplomacy I'm afraid - I could do with a bit of that myself - we have an ageing relative very close by - 'nuff said! Suffice to say the caring professions would in no way have been my forte

to all of you with a lot more patience than me.

I'll be back in a while - off to the coal face for a bit.

Cremo, a private carer might be a real blessing for you. Since mil started with 24/7 care her and our lives have been turned around. She is much happier and being looked after - eating properly etc and neither sil nor us, (although in fairness sil always did the brunt of it) have to dread the phone calls at all hours requiring instant solutions to trivia. And we know she is being cared for. It really has been a life changing decision and whilst expensive worth every penny.

Yes yes yes re 24-hour carer. Having to juggle parents' doctors' appointments, phone line problems, drugs, beds, raised toilet seats, cars, taxis, lifts, cleaning etc etc with one's own life is almost impossible, and occupies every area of the brain. Since the carers have been installed with my M&D, high-alert setting has been downgraded to 'alert', which gives brain space to think about other things.

Re job, I think I'll find out next week. Contrary to my source's theory, I wasn't the only one being interviewed, sadly...

Well its organised. For next week at least. Dmum wouldnt allow it if she was also there in the house because of general requirements for Martyrdom. But Dad sirted , at least. With lovely carer who looked after him during previous hip/ pneumonia incident ( other leg)
Dmum writing a dissertation of instructions for next week. Pointless as itll go in the bin once carer is there.
Ah dear.
Off for blood test now. Whoop.
Herbs I habe everything crossed for you.

God Cremo, parents are the gift that keeps giving
Glad to hear 24/7 carers are working for many of you. My own DM hated having carers in her house, hence why she ended up in a nursing home. It is so good not to be on high-alert any more

Crem, please ensure that your mother does not have a nice holiday at your expense, while you rush round like a blue arsed fly.

Slight moment of panic here when I thought we were going to have to have goat's milk or almond milk in our tea, but we have thankfully found some cow.

In my ongoing quest to become a pain in the dietary arse, I've taken to having goats milk in my tea and on cereal. It's surprisingly OK!

My GM refused to have carers in the house too - she kept sacking them on spurious grounds, telling them they weren't needed for a few days, and that she could Manage Quite Well, Thank You. But she also refused to contemplate any sort of home; only when she broke her hip in an inevitable fall was the situation taken out of her hands.

Lovely and peaceful in the office! Many jaded colleagues. I'm doing some mindless filing because it's easy and quiet and doesn't require brainpower.

My mum was perpetually on the verge of deciding they didn't need her carers any more, till it was made plain that was Not An Option.

And as you know, neither of them found out anything about the sodding cancer so I had to be advocate and informer and all sorts...

I was scarred for life by goat's milk, as a child, Herbs. My mother had heard it was good for children with eczema. Impossible to buy in the 70s, she managed to source someone with a goat and brought back a rather grubby bucket of the stuff. It stank, and I refused point blank to touch it. She insisted on putting it on my cereal the next day and the taste made me retch. It had probably gone off by then anyway.

AF has arrived bang on time with a vengeance. When will it fucking stop??

No, no, CV, that's mindful filing you should be doing. Shove it all under Om.

at Molly. And breathe.....

Oh gack Mrs S. Goat milk really oughtn't smell. ( like off goats cheese) the fresh stuff should be pretty tasteless. But bleurgh, in tea. I can only imagine American tea with goats milk is the stuff of nightmares.
I will not be doing blue arsed fly. I will be dragging an Ikea trolley whilst Mumsnetting. Earphones in to drown out the deep sighing.

I DO NOT FEEL LIKE COOKING.

DP was away till late last night. I didn't cook on Thursday - went off to choir and left girls to fend for themselves - but I have been in charge and gone to a funeral and suchlike. I originally suggested to DP I use up the smoked salmon loitering in our fridge in an omelette with chips but he has JUST phones saying he's leaving the office and then will go straight into a Skype call about t'ai bloody Chi and said oh are you still doing it and I shouted rather a lot.

Apparently DD2 is happy to cook. I am going to open that bottle of prosecco i bought earlier.

I'm afraid I'd have little patience with tai chi skype calls MI - well done to DD2 for saving the day. Smoked salmon omlette sounds yummy. Friday night is pizza night here followed by Hagen Daaz, all washed down with red wine.

Very quiet day here - gym then cleaning, ironing etc.

He asked DD2. I was proposing slamming fish and chips into the oven. I was quite looking forward to it, in fact.

DD2 does actually enjoy cooking. And is happy to provide said omelette.

I have opened the wine.

😱😱
What is it about elderly/ancient parents that they appear to lose any common sense?
I really feel for struggling Crepies. DDad knows DM is coming home from rehab bed on Monday, he yesterday eventually agree the carers could come in (part of ongoing rehab package) so today he phones the Rehab Team and says he's changed his mind my teeth are splintering from gritting them so hard my face aches
The bed is downstairs, all equipment is in and now he's having a paddy! DSis2 and I will visit tomorrow to tell him it's just not on (and try to reinstate the carers)
DSis1 remains very poorly but DDad couldn't give a toss because everything has to be centred around him 😡
I really feel like running for the hills.......

Go for it, MI. Was the funeral OK? Sorry, I have missed a lot but have internet now!!!!!!

It was a nice funeral. And because it was so local I bumped into a friend I've been meaning to contact and we had a lovely catch-up.

PP, my father took the bloody biscuit for self-centredness though to be fair he is now being vvv generous with money.

DP is back. DD2 hasn't cooked yet. I am sipping prosecco with a novel.

Poppy, sorry, cross post. [flowers. So sorry your dsis 1 is unwell too.

Gah, Poppy, that sounds horrible. Sorry you're having to shoulder all that.

So sorry to hear that Poppy - sadly very familiar story where Aged P's are concerned .

I am finally relaxing after a day/week of teen troubles, not sleeping but worrying and culminating with a visit to the GP/rushing bloods up to the hospital this afternoon. Hopefully things will be on the up, but it will be a slow journey

Jeez, sometimes I despair of dh and his amazing ability to be entirely oblivious of, er, everything.
Ds now has his head in his hands, saying "Argh, it is like living with an alien." Gave dh a funny article to read on Fb, which he agreed was funny, but said "What is quinoa?" (keen-oh-a). Ds corrects his pronunciation and then tells dh he has eaten it often enough. Dh reads on and says "What is Jenga?", and when ds says explains and says that at school they have Jenga in the drawer for Wet Play, dh says "What is Wet Play?".
Appaz in 1950s' Glasgow, you just got bloody wet.

Haha Stropps, love it!