Due to circumstances at home, I’m gaining insight into how to run a home. Shopping, cleaning, laundry, cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, cooking…
I’m getting loads of help from my brother. He’s quite handy with a cleaning rag whilst donning a pair of Marigold’s.
Grandad, though? It’s like looking after a teenager. His typical day looks like this:
Gets up at about 1pm. Goes to visit Nanna. Comes home for a lie down. Eats dinner. Goes to visit Nanna. Watches TV until the small hours. Repeat cycle.
No help in cleaning – not even wiping a side down after making a cup of tea or coffee. And, I don’t know how, but it’s quite impressive how he gets coffee inside the door of a closed cupboard.
No offer to cook – but an offer for a take away. It’s not that he is incapable. He was a chef in the Army when he did his National Service. He makes a delicious potato and onion soup. He’s just plain lazy.
No offer to go and do the shopping. I have been given the housekeeping money, so that is my job.
No offer of him doing my laundry either. Nanna showed him how the washing machine works, so there is no excuse on that front. I could stop doing his laundry, but it seems a bit mean to do that – even if I’m just making a point.
If this is what married life is going to offer me after 53 years, then I think I will just stay single. It’s been an eye opener into how lazy Grandad is. It’s not that I do not know he is lazy, it is just I forgot to what extent. Term time, I am at university and working. During the Christmas break, I work more hours. But now that it is summer, and Grandad isn’t at the beach like he usually is, I’m spending more time with him at home. It’s now that I realise just want a lazy bugger my Nanna married.
I’m going to look into house training him.