When the pains began, I tried quite often to find a way to adapt for when they became worse. However, I was the only one who believed I was in pain. Thus, I wasn’t allowed to have help.
Anyway, in the beginning the kids were all thrilled to help out, but as it goes, without the biological mother’s help, it never lasted long.
Then, of course, after years and years and years of that, they began acting in the same manner as their mother. I still hear my youngest’s girlfriend snapping at me “I didn’t do it for you”, when I said “thank you” for helping with the dishes.
These are some of the things that I set out on the chores lists over the years.
- Pick up 5 things
- Talk, joke, play with me to help keep my mind off of the pain.
- Wash two or more dishes.
It wasn’t a lot. Just very small things that would have helped me out. 🤷♂️ . Plus if kept up, that’s all that’d ever have to be done.