Marguerite
Active Member
G'day, folks.
I finally heard from the cleaning agency today, I'm getting a new cleaner. Actually it's someone I've had before, I know her well. She's not brilliant but she's better than the last bloke I've had for years, and at least she is stable. We're still trying to organise more help for mother in law, I'll have to get busy over the phone tomorrow.
I've been doing more writing, published another article today. I also have been fielding emails from a stage production I've got myself and easy child 2/difficult child 2 involved in. There's a nasty spat going on with the playwright and the director, it's not pretty but thankfully I can stay well on the sidelines.
With all that, I had a fairly quiet day today. I did take my scooter to the shops to buy milk - of course, that's when the phone rings! While I was scooting along, the agency was ringing me to sort out cleaners. Then back home, difficult child 3 fielded a call form welfare about his application for disability. Now, although he is "the client", he is clearly not capable of negotiating his own case file. But did they call me? Nope. Even though I'm listed as the person to talk to.
So I got home to a note difficult child 3 had written (thankfully he took a message) with a name and phone number, and a garbled "I think she said we were supposed to be there today."
Turned out, he had an appointment for medical assessment for fitness to work (even though he is a school student) and they never told us about it. So I rang them back, tore strips off them for first, not telling us; and second, talking to difficult child 3 only and not me. As I said to them, the reason we are applying for disability, is because difficult child 3 simply CAN'T manage his own affairs yet! I made it clear we had not received anything in writing, and the dingbat on the phone said, "Where was your appointment supposed to be? Which location?"
Um, lady, we weren't told ANYTHING about the meeting, I'm ringing YOU to find out!
Sheesh!
So the appointment has been re-scheduled for Tuesday. And my replacement cleaner will normally be on a Monday now, but will do my first service the day before my surgery. That will be good timing. So things are falling into place.
husband said I need to cut his hair for him this weekend, since by the following weekend I am likely to have a bit of trouble raising my arms. I'm hoping I'll bounce back after the surgery, I've got things on for the next three days after the surgery. I can drop them if I have to but I hope I don't have to.
We just got back from mother in law's place, I cooked a roast chicken dinner. We don't need to cook for her tomorrow night, plus I have leftover chicken we can turn into some sort of dinner for just us.
I'm slowly (or sometimes not so slowly) getting things organised and sorted. Over the phone or computer as much as possible, so as not to physically tire myself too much.
Tomorrow - difficult child 3 has a day of schoolwork of course, then tennis class down on the village green. I don't know if I'll get the chance to swim tomorrow, but I'm going to try. As things get organised, it buys me time away from the phone.
It's all good.
Enjoy your Thursday.
Marg
I finally heard from the cleaning agency today, I'm getting a new cleaner. Actually it's someone I've had before, I know her well. She's not brilliant but she's better than the last bloke I've had for years, and at least she is stable. We're still trying to organise more help for mother in law, I'll have to get busy over the phone tomorrow.
I've been doing more writing, published another article today. I also have been fielding emails from a stage production I've got myself and easy child 2/difficult child 2 involved in. There's a nasty spat going on with the playwright and the director, it's not pretty but thankfully I can stay well on the sidelines.
With all that, I had a fairly quiet day today. I did take my scooter to the shops to buy milk - of course, that's when the phone rings! While I was scooting along, the agency was ringing me to sort out cleaners. Then back home, difficult child 3 fielded a call form welfare about his application for disability. Now, although he is "the client", he is clearly not capable of negotiating his own case file. But did they call me? Nope. Even though I'm listed as the person to talk to.
So I got home to a note difficult child 3 had written (thankfully he took a message) with a name and phone number, and a garbled "I think she said we were supposed to be there today."
Turned out, he had an appointment for medical assessment for fitness to work (even though he is a school student) and they never told us about it. So I rang them back, tore strips off them for first, not telling us; and second, talking to difficult child 3 only and not me. As I said to them, the reason we are applying for disability, is because difficult child 3 simply CAN'T manage his own affairs yet! I made it clear we had not received anything in writing, and the dingbat on the phone said, "Where was your appointment supposed to be? Which location?"
Um, lady, we weren't told ANYTHING about the meeting, I'm ringing YOU to find out!
Sheesh!
So the appointment has been re-scheduled for Tuesday. And my replacement cleaner will normally be on a Monday now, but will do my first service the day before my surgery. That will be good timing. So things are falling into place.
husband said I need to cut his hair for him this weekend, since by the following weekend I am likely to have a bit of trouble raising my arms. I'm hoping I'll bounce back after the surgery, I've got things on for the next three days after the surgery. I can drop them if I have to but I hope I don't have to.
We just got back from mother in law's place, I cooked a roast chicken dinner. We don't need to cook for her tomorrow night, plus I have leftover chicken we can turn into some sort of dinner for just us.
I'm slowly (or sometimes not so slowly) getting things organised and sorted. Over the phone or computer as much as possible, so as not to physically tire myself too much.
Tomorrow - difficult child 3 has a day of schoolwork of course, then tennis class down on the village green. I don't know if I'll get the chance to swim tomorrow, but I'm going to try. As things get organised, it buys me time away from the phone.
It's all good.
Enjoy your Thursday.
Marg