Weekly Flylady Thread 17th September 2018

LameWolf

I feel like I'm running around like the proverbial headless chicken and achieving precisely nothing.

Started yesterday; I'd planned to get Mr Wolf to assist me with making a veggie Shepherd Spy (I really struggle to cut root vegetables now, and needed carrots sliced and potatoes cut in chunks.)

Now, he WAS due to visit the Fang Farrier TODAY for his check-up, hence me scheduling the Sh/Pie for cooking YESTERDAY. So.... 08:15 yesterday morning, he gets a call, it's the dentist, can he go in for 11:30, ie in 3 and a quarter hours' time, as the dentist is going on holiday and wants to leave early. So that's my "help with the veggies" scuppered, as it's 30 mins drive to the dentist and 30 back, as well as the time in the Chair.

So.... I manage by myself, including WUDUPA afterwards, only sliced my finger once (so good going, in fact) but rest of the day I'm cream crackered.

Today I'd originally planned to crack on with making Yule cards, as I thought I'd have an hour and a half on my own (ie can spread my card making stuff all over the lounge) but that's scuppered as he went to the dentist yesterday..... :wall::wall::wall:

So today I realise at breakfast time that we're desperately short of his yogurt drinks (to lower his cholesterol) so an urgent trip to Morries is needed. Oh, and we're nearly out of milk AGAIN (query: is he bathing in it??) so we had to do @ldi as well, on the way back from Morries.

Have you followed all this? Good, cos I haven't, and I'm LIVING IT!! :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:

kazwookie

LW, I am happy to chop up veg for you and deliver it, do you have a freezer, I can do extra, you freeze then use what you need when you need it, just let me know what veg you want, I can drop it on your door step.

I chop and freeze, onions, carrots, peppers, swede etc. Make it so much easer and saves having veg going soft and off.

Klew, I used wul, cif, bleach, atonish window cleaner, and polish, oven pride and that is it.

Dinner done

lil_me

Even saved the link and I am failing to keep up mainly because I’ve been getting home after 9. Still at work tonight until 8pm then home. I’ve been catching up on laundry quite well apart from the putting away which I have never been awesome at.
I’ve worked on a little list for the boys to do when they’re not busy too
Going to do the bathroom when I get in then shower - reward myself by using it

Jojo_the_Tightfisted

FIL's pre-discharge assessment went badly. They initially said his sister's immaculate town house wasn't suitable due to the stairs - and then they went to the flat, as Himself had told them on the quiet that he was intending to get dropped off at his sister's and immediately take himself back there (and lock the door and not allow anybody in).

He couldn't physically open the front door of the block, the lift is still out of order, he couldn't make it up the stairs and then Himself took them up without him to see it. And they said that Health & Safety meant that no care workers would come to a place up several flights of stairs with a broken lift (ie, they wouldn't go up there and risk their necks inside - or of being blamed when he fell in the first day/refused entry).

Reality check completed, he was taken back to the Rehabilitation Unit and they're going to have to come up with either making structural changes to his sister's house for a merely temporary stay, he'll be in the unit taking up space until he can walk up the stairs to his hovel alone, as Himself has said that he's certainly not going to enable him to go straight back to the previous situation - or he'll have to get over himself and rent somewhere suitable.

Himself is mentally exhausted from his father insisting that he is fine, that any problems are the fault of everybody else and trying to manipulate everybody into giving him what he wants. He was still messaging me at 3am when I had to tell him twice that I needed to sleep because I've got work, from being so wound up and convinced that FIL was going to con everybody that he was fine and promptly end up back in hospital within the first week. He'd already had to stop himself from raising his voice at his sister because she didn't understand that it was important to tell the OT that the flat is unsuitable, because it 'could' be cleaned and the lift 'will get fixed' (at an indeterminate point in the future, presumably, as it's a private block largely occupied by students who have no issues with stairs and don't particularly care that it's been broken for at least six weeks so far). Considering she was stupid enough to not phone an ambulance when he first had his stroke, her thinking that everything is fine because 'Dad says it is', isn't exactly something I'd want to have to deal with. I think the phrase is 'I don't suffer fools gladly' - with Himself's family, I don't have a choice, though.

So it was a relief that the OTs said 'no way' and all his father's stories about how his flat is perfect/his scheme to get discharged to a safe place and promptly hole up in his pit again has failed.


Himself is definitely back here next weekend, whatever happens - but it looks like he's still going to be down there for a while yet.



Today, I have mucked out the Felines' Little Box of Evil, wondered where the small recycling box has blown off to (no idea), had some soup and I think I might haul myself up and out for a takeaway.

I'll leave the housework until the weekend. I can't be faffed with it right now.





Urrgh. That was a bit of a rant/stream of consciousness. It followed being supplied with chocolate (that I don't like or eat) at work because I was caught offguard by a 'how is it at home?' question on about 3 hour's sleep.

Fayolle

Off to work shortly, via a school drop. I have a list of things that I can theoretically do over lunchtime, in between balancing a phone between ear and shoulder and answering the door to deliveries. If I can at least tick one off, it will be a step forward.

Hugs, Jojo. It's hard. It was sheer stubbornness and b£@@£y mindedness that kept FiL going for the last few years to 93. But boy did it take a toll on us all, especially the last couple of years.

Lots of coping vibes and hugs to you, LW. I also chop up onions and peppers when I have a stack and stick them in the freezer. It's much easier then to grab a handful when you really can't be chopping. Are there any doggy visitors on the horizon to brighten your days? X

Must dash. I feel that it could be an interesting drive to work, judging by the howling wind last night. Have a good day everyone.

ionafan

(((Hugs))) Jojo. It sounds as if your FiL is hanging onto every last shred of his independence. It's a hard thing to lose. I hope you get to see Himself soon.

I eventually managed to write the last of my thank-you letters just before I fell into bed last night. We also booked a day trip the week after next to South Wales to visit DH's cousin, who is in her late 80s.

I have a[STRIKE] little[/STRIKE] list for today, but it includes taking Rosie to her scentwork class, so that's the morning gone. DH has 2 jobs to do while I'm out. the big question is, will he do them?????

See you later, folks x

kazwookie

Washing out on line with double pegs,!

Still windy here, but the sun is out.

Daily stuff done
Summer t shirts and shorts packed away.

atypicalblonde

Morning all,

I am in, just manically busy at the moment. Big hugs to all, I'll be more involved next week xx

Dizzy_Imp

We are on flood alert....

kazwookie

Dizzy_Imp wrote: »

We are on flood alert....

Oh no Dizzy, that is all you need, I am sure you have but get your flood defences up, and make sure they stay up, you are only now just straight after the last one.
My fingers are well and truly crossed for you xx