I think I’ve mentioned that I have help with taking care of my son for about 4 hours every afternoon. I’m beginning to think that everyone who does this work is a nitwit. We’ve had a string of different people through over the last few months. With rare exception, I’m not sure how some of these people manage their own daily lives, let alone take care of someone else.
I’ve long ago given up on seeing things put away where they came from. Milk in the fridge goes from the door to different shelves and back again with no rhyme or reason. A reasonably organized silverware drawer ends up with forks and spoons and knives all jumbled together. No matter how many times I tell people to put dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I come home to dishes drying on the counter. There have been colored clothes ruined with bleach. Cooking some pasta for my son’s lunch that’s enough to feed 4, then throwing away the excess. It just goes on and on. It’s driving me crazy.
And let’s not get into the more complicated stuff, like using the hoyer lift to transfer my son from his chair to the bed and back again. I no longer allow them to do that. Any of them. They claim to have experience with using the lift, but they act like they’ve never seen one before.
The idea was for this help to make my life easier. But they’re adding to my stress, not relieving it.
Heaven help those who aren’t there to check in daily on how their parents are being cared for.