Compassion and grace left yesterday. Packed the suitcase and ran away, screaming into the night air. I think they walked into the kitchen, saw all the crumbs, the old teabags, the dirty teaspoons and mugs, the two sugar bowls, the kettle, the teapot, the cereal box, the cereal bowls, the dirty knives, and the perishable food left out. I think the kicker was the layer of splatter and fat on the stove top.
Compassion and grace know a convalescing relative needs a nurse, a maid, a cook, and a chauffeur. And bucket loads of patience. But, for the love of God, the operation was 16 days ago. You, (the relative) are walking around, saying you feel strong. You did not die and we are glad.
Now, the staples are out. Your recovery is amazing. You are going to live a few more years, unless, I snap. Everyone is calling you, wishing you well. You are in the home of your favoured one. We’ve pampered, petted, soothed, well, just about everything humanly possible to help you, clothe you, feed you, well, you get the picture.
BUT! For the love of all things good, will you please wipe up after yourself, put the dirty cups and cutlery in the dishwasher, and put the garbage into the bin.
I am on a rant and roll, here. I do not want to hear the same news over and over, hour after hour. Nor, do I want to hear the soap opera, twice a day. I want the television and the lights off when you go for a nap. I know you are in pain and bored. I don’t want to hear about your foot being cold, it is not cold. It is warm to the touch. You will live. It appears the ingrown toe nail is causing more pain than the blood flow back into your foot.
And, for the last time, do not lift up your pyjama top and show your flesh to me again!! I know you had shingles last year. I sympathize. I am sorry. Can we get on with life?
Okay, rant is over. The golden rules growing up were ~ be polite, caring, lend a helping hand, clean up after yourself, and remember how you treat people is how people will treat you. So…I felt guilty for having such a bad attitude, being angry that my work is not being done, and just plain, wanting my house back to peace and quiet, basically, for being bitchy.
SO… I paid it forward. At Starbucks, I purchased the venti and fruit plate order, for the woman in the car behind me. Does that give me points in the universe? Does that make it all better? No? Alright. Suck it up. Square your shoulders and smile. There are people who are in more dire straits than nursing a relative back to health. This too, shall pass. This too, shall pass. This too, shall pass. Okay, stern talking to myself is over.
“Compassion and grace come back. We have another week to go. And, bring a bucket of patience with you.”
Stay safe. Stay warm. Stay loved, where ever you are.