NST Muddy March Marathon

Brief update from me. On Monday night I went back tot ackle the kitchen. Work surfaces and cupboard fronts on one side of the kitchen are all clean, pan rests removed from stove top and all chips and other bits removed. Mountain of washing up done - not quite all of it, but got to the stage where it was piled up (plastic 'takeaway' boxes which I re-use for my batch cooking were a foot deep on the windowsill) that I could not turn on the hot tap. About 2/3 of the floor was swept (other 1/3 would mean moving furniture). More washing being processed.

Yesterday morning all the clean pots and cutlery were put in cupboards/ drawers and all the pans and utensils hung up properly (in size order - can you be an ocd slob, okay with things being 'clean enough' but upset when things are not in there proper place).

At mum's by 9am (had a lift) with a huge bag of embroidery, plus rucksack with reading book, goals book, food diary and other bits + 2 large recyclable bags in case I had to take the contents of mum's freezer home. Mum was taken to her appointment (via the cemetery as there are 4 important anniversaries and neither of us could get there before Christmas).

Looked after her partner until the day are bus arrived (he wasn't any trouble but I couldn't get my sewing out until he was gone), coaxed him out of the house and onto the bus and then sat waiting for the delivery.

Wasn't going to watch tv but Harvey (big white rabbit) was on so I watched that whilst I sewed and answered the telephone. Partner's oldest and youngest son's kept phoning - youngest because he had made the arrangements, eldest because he can't stop interfering (and generally makes more mess for everyone else to sort out).

Man came to check the boiler was working properly (4 phone calls in case I hadn't been told/ asking when he was coming - a mere woman couldn't be expected to have an intelligent conversation with a gas man, when he was on his way and had he been). More queries about when the delivery was, why they hadn't phoned to tell us (referred him to brother who would get relevant e-mail/ phone call). Couple of other phone calls - good job I was sat next to it.

Finally given a delivery time, useless son told me he would arrive an hour before delivery time (to 'plumb in' - but possibly only unpack - a washer that hadn't arrived?). Had lunch (took water with me but no food). Mum arrived home so I had hopes of escaping before 'one of my least favourite people' arrived - he was responsible for most of the chaos surrounding their moving to the bungalow. He came just after 1pm (grit teeth and smile, let it all flow over you with zen like calm).

I took the passive revenge route, decided to take a taxi straight to the infirmary and buy from the RVS cafe rather than go home in between, didn't offer to help when the things arrived (don't give him a chance to start on the sexist remarks) just watched him struggle and had a laugh with mum when he repeated my suggestion (if he hadn't time to plumb the washer in, putting it in the small kitchen would just block the space) back to me 5 minutes later, as though he had just thought of it.

Everything okay at the doctors but more blood tests etc in 3 weeks (also made me do a chicken flappy wing thing to check for the myaesthenia).

Need to go to crafts now - tired already and would prefer to stay home and clean the fridge but committed to going. Have also agreed to still going to mum's again tomorrow (I must not let my mother take over my life). Roll on Friday (had vague plans but going to be collapse at home, sleep as long as I need to and then carry on cleaning.