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It's a matter of survival My average day is quite amazing. I get out of bed between 6:30 and 6:45 and head downstairs to make coffee, let the out and put the dishes away the dishwasher cleaned the night before. At 7:00 I get my 9 and 10 year olds up to start their day. My has left before I even got up. The little guys come down for breakfast with me as I pour my first cup of coffee. Ten or so minutes later, after eating, I send them upstairs to get dressed and go have a cigarette on the porch. I come back in, brush their hair, check out their clothes, make sure their book bags are packed and that they have everything they need for their day. At 7:25 or so I go up to get showered, dressed andd help my spouse out of bed. At 7:45 we head downstairs. As I help her take her meds and inject her insulin I pack myself up for work. I leave just before 8:00 to make the trip into Milwaukee arriving at about 8:45 depending on traffic. I leave work at 17:15 and usually make a few stops before I get home. Often the gas station, pharmacy and supermarket. Not all three each day, usually one or two. I get home between 18:30 and 18:45, depending on traffic. Once I’m home I drag in whatever I picked up from either the pharmacy, gas station or supermarket and drop that in the kitchen. Next I may light the grill or preheat the oven. Sometimes things can be heated up on the stove or rarely the microwave it all depends on what I’m doing for dinner and if I had the opportunity to cook ahead over the weekend. I go upstairs to get out of my work clothes, run a load of wash if needed, go downstairs to get and read the mail while the grill or oven gets warmed up. It’s now 19:00, dinner will be at 19:30. While I’m cooking I load the dishwasher with whatever dirty dishes accumulated during the day, make a salad, feed the dog, feed the cats, set the table, review the homework and whatever they brought home from school for parents to read. I flip the food on the grill or maybe check out how everything is going in the oven or on top of the stove and head into the garage for a cigarette. I get a few minutes to compose myself before I serve dinner. At 19:30 we sit down for 20 minutes or so to eat and chat. By 20:00 dinner is done and I’m clearing the table of drinks and condiments, rinsing dishes and loading the dishwasher, running upstairs to put the wash in the dryer, heading back down to let the out, giving out the choices for dessert, cleaning the counters and sink. I have another cigarette. 20:30 is dessert time; cake, cookies, jello, fruit cocktail, usually something sweet. Then those dishes go into the dishwasher, I run it, call a friend, check my email, and get the little guys to wash up and get dressed for bed. 21:00 is bedtime for the but my gets up so early he’s been in bed for awhile. About the only thing I watch on TV with any regularity is the 22:00 news. That is now less than an hour away and not much more than an hour away from my own bedtime. If I don’t have to run out for something, like cash from the bank, some food item I discovered we now need but didn’t get on the way home, or any one of 22 prescriptions that needs to be refilled, I can basically do what I want. As I watch the news and my day comes to an end I thank G-d I made it through another day. When I’m not doing all of this I have a lawn and garden to take care of, a 10 room house to clean, two vehicles to take care of, snow to shovel, home repairs and maintenance, balancing a budget, writing checks, keeping the family appointment calendar and G-d knows what else I’m too exhausted to remember right now. Studies indicate that couples in which one spouse is disabled yields a 55% chance the other spouse will also become disabled. Is it any wonder? Living the life I have described for the last five years makes me believe that statement. My very survival hinges on getting out before I get sick too. |
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Isn't it great that you have a place like this blog to rant!! Sometimes we just need an anonymous place to vent when we can't seem to see a light at the end of the tunnel our life seems to be in. Now I know that you'll keep putting one foot in front of the other, and 'gettr done'. Maybe there's an internet support group which might help??? Take care of yourself too!!
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9/23/2009 5:11 am |
Wow! I can only dream of having such an exciting life.
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9/23/2009 5:47 am |
Writing it all down certainly helps to clear your head. You seem to have a lot of pressure, can you not get someone to help? I dont think you would be happy "getting out", if you have a conscience, you wouldnt be able to live with yourself. I hope you feel better after your Vent. 
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I saw my mother live this life ...she was grateful to be the one to do the deeds and be left alive when Daddy died to be able to continue on with us......he was not as fortunate when the brain tumor took him at age 32.with her by his side ....each life & sitaution has two sides.....Good luck to you.... Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate. I believe that happiness is something we create 
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I totally understand. I've been there -- done that. Did it for many, many years. Just when you think you can't "do this" one more day, you find that you can! You deserve a big pat on the back and a warm hug. Oh, don't be surprised if none of your spouse's relatives ever assist. Now with that said, I am wondering out loud if your spouse is awaiting a live organ transplant? Please keep in mind that the transplant program at UW Hospital & Clinics, Madison, is excellent. It's wonderful to be able to put to words what one is feeling/thinking and this is a great place to do so. I'm glad you wrote and hope you feel better. Sorry for blog hogging.  And, welcome to blogland! The positive is there. Sometimes it's just hard to find.
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