So breaking with form from usual poetry format – I’m just too tired to put this one to rhyme, but at the same time wanted to update all the well wishers who have expressed such support over the last few weeks!
Sooooooooooooo after ten hours solid of packing / unpacking / attempting to acclimatize MIL to her (seriously lovely) new flat, am now back home – and absolutely emotionally and physically shattered….
While “physical” move went all to plan, it was truly shocking to see “close up” just how bad a state her house had fallen into – just drawer, cupboard, room crammed full of absolute mess and clutter, coated with dust, dirt and dire smell. I’ve been into her house enough times over the years, but it was only today that I realised smack-in-the-face just how bad it had truly gotten… Swear we only moved about 3% of the household contents, and that was still more than plenty – the rest will go to collective house clearance – one man’s trash being another man’s treasure and all that (though in this case, it really IS all trash!)… Only goes to reinforce that we are doing the right thing in taking the burden of maintaining this overly large household off of her shoulders, and moving her to somewhere smaller and more manageable, closer to us, and with more support in place…
MIL’s reaction went about as well as could have been expected – which is not very well at all really, given that her first reaction on seeing the place was to burst into tears, and second was to forget it all ever happened as soon as we set foot back out again over the threshold to take her out for dinner again afterwards… It would have been so much better had we managed to get her in earlier in the day, and not at 5pm when sundowning was already starting to kick in – but realistically there was no other option than for us to pack up and sort all in the course of one day, for all sorts of reasons….
Comparatively speaking, I have bowed out early (as “early” as you can do over ten non-stop hours!) and let OH pick up the flack in terms of staying overnight. On the basis of what we were witnessing this evening, I honestly don’t think that she could have coped for first night without someone there on hand – not while she arrived there already in “sundown” mode – but at the same time that person doesn’t necessarily have to be me! Not when I have already moved literal heaven and earth to get her (not my mum after all…) in there in the first place…
Tomorrow (touch wood!) will be a different matter, as by then she’ll have had the chance to acclimatize over the course of the day (with OH being there when she wakes up and through the morning). I just couldn’t have had her left totally solo tonight – not when by the time we sat down in pub just across the road, she’d forgotten the whole moving in episode entirely… Just too risky.
Very tired, very frazzled, but very touched at the same time. For all that she forgot, she did remember how much we loved her and wanted us to be closer…
Oh, and shout out to my dad! He coped so very admirably for the seven long hours he “mumsat” for us while we were taking care of the physical legwork – testament to that is how often I heard MIL chuckle down the phone those time we caught up by phone during the day….