Temperature's Rising

God, I hope hubby finds a job, and soon. He is almost impossible to live with. I know he's going through a tough time, but so am I. And we're all having to learn how to live together again after two and a half years of weekends only. The thing is, hubby thinks we should adjust to him, rather than the other way round. He's in London today for some meetings. Hopefully, one will be fruitful.

My stepdad seems to have settled in well into the nursing home. He even found some friends already. My mother is gradually getting used to it and is catching up on her sleep. After my 10 days there, I realised that she must have been waking up with him every single night. I know I did. She went to church yesterday for the first time in many months. I think as she rediscovers her social life she will perk up a bit more.

My stepdad doesn't have cancer, thank God. He has had a major stroke and many minor ones at some time in the past. He is in a wheel chair and on oxygen now. The wheel chair must be for the convenience of the staff because he can walk around with the aid of his walker (zimmer frame). He is supposed to be assessed by a physical therapist but my mother didn't know if he had been yet. I have to keep reminding her of what she needs to do and ask. My stepfather's responsible daughter took over the details but she's gone back to work, leaving my mother and the flakey one in charge.

Hubby and I have had a discussion about what happens to my mother once my stepfather dies (of course, he may find a new lease on life in the nursing home). The house they live in is in his daughters' names (this was done before my mother married my stepfather). The daughters said my mother is welcome to live there as long as my stepfather is alive. But what happens then? She said she doesn't have enough money to go into assisted living accommodation or to buy another house or condo.

My plan, provided hubby gets another job, would be to buy a condo in Florida, with my mother putting in about a third, for her to live in. It could be close to my sister but would give them both their own space (which they need). Although my mother is still able to live independently, those days may be numbered. There is no option that is neat and tidy because my mother doesn't have a neat and tidy life, nor does my sister. I think this would work out best for all.

I just want my life to be boring again. I want my biggest worries to be the five pounds I've gained or the party invitation that didn't come. I don't even feel like going out and socialising at the moment. A friend tried to get us to go out Saturday and I just didn't want to. That is so unlike me. I curled up in bed with the papers and the cat and watched TV. I haven't kept up with my blog buddies either. Every time I try to go on the computer, somebody barges in and needs to get on it (having one computer is a bit like having one bathroom). I want to feel funny and witty and sexy and energetic, and all those things just aren't happening right now.