One of the nicest things about the school holidays is that I get the chance to spend a decent amount of time with my parents. Yesterday Mum and I blocked in a full day on the calendar to do whatever we felt like. There was a provional plan to do some sightseeing but this morphed into a shopping trip when it was clear that it was going to be wet.
I pottered up to Droitwich first thing and did a bit of food shopping - milk, butter, fruit and veg. This gave Mum chance to have the slow start she needs nowadays due to her Huntingtons. (If you are not familiar with this illness, I explained it in a post last November with the title 'My Mum')
Anyway, we went into Worcester with idea that we would do some gentle shopping for a couple of party outfits and stop for a nice lunch and a natter. Its Mum's 70th birthday in September and my parents Golden Wedding Anniversary a couple of weeks later. My parents are also off on a river cruise through Europe in a few weeks time. Plenty of chances to get dressed up!
Mum and I shop well together. We get ourselves in the disabled changing rooms and Mum wiggles out of her clothes. I then potter round the store collecting anything that might fit the brief. Mum has quite a round shape but she's also quite small. The Huntingtons has got a lot worse recently and its important to buy things that won't catch or rub. Its also quite hard to find clothes that will hang right and look glamorous on a body that moves all the time. A certain high street chain store let us down completely yesterday. However we struck gold in a shop that we'd never been into before. It was lovely to find some dresses inslightly different styles, colours and shapes, that look great on and will make Mum feel special.
When we got home Mum spread all her purchases out across the bed and Dad had to stand and admire the fashion show. He didnt mind that we'd raided his bank balance a little. He loves Mum to bits but its very tiring being the carer. When Mum has some time with me he gains a few hours where he doesn't have to worry. He also hates clothes shopping!
Its after days like these that I wonder if I'm right in working full time. My Mum may only be 69 but her days of mobility are fixed. Things were lovely yesterday and Mum was determined to walk slowly round the town centre. She is going to need a wheel chair in the future and it will be harder to chat over lunch when her speech and eating reflexes degenerate. The thing is - I'm not an only child. My younger sister lives down the road. She seems to have taken the decision to work part time but she doesn't seem to realise that Mum and Dad might appreciate some support. I love my sister to bits.... but she does a very good impression of the ostrich that stuck its head in the sand!
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