(26) Karen Bashing activities- (sorry if you're a genuinely nice person whose name is Karen). Don't push me.

 

A blog about my current life. I'm the adult daughter of an extreme hoarder. He is 95, very frail, he has oesophagael cancer is very hard of hearing and has cataracts. He is also the most obnoxious, bad tempered, impatient, rude man I have ever met. Please don't think this part is recent - he's always been like that. It makes it very hard to be the patient, kind and loving daughter society expects me to be. I run round like a blue-arsed fly trying to possibly make things safe at his house and take him places he needs to go. I live eight miles away and have a job and family of my own. Slowly but surely, I’m losing the plot.

         Afterwards I went into the woods for an hour. The Bluebells are gorgeous right now.

Despite taking dad to Morrisons on Tuesday (today is Saturday) while he fannyed about trying to spend £30 so he could get £5 off, he somehow forgot the twatting voucher and managed to guilt trip me into going today.  He rang me last night and said his voucher expired on Sunday and if I couldn't take him he supposes he'd have to see if he could get someone else to take him... He is well aware I live 8 miles away and Morrisons is 3 miles from him so a round trip of 22 miles. My time and diesel are never taken into consideration. On the way I filled his petrol can up with unleaded for his lawnmower £9.11. I took the can and put it outside the back door. I said it was £9.11. 'What for one can?' he said. Since he's stopped driving he has no idea what anything costs.

We got outside Morrisons - dad, Ant (my brother) and me but there were no disabled bays to park Freddie in. I dropped them both outside Morrisons doorway and they shuffled inside. Eventually I saw a car pulling out of a disabled bay so I waited patiently - we'd need the bay after the shopping. As I prepared to move into the bay, I spotted a large karen-like creature, wedged into a white Range Rover Vogue. We locked eyes. She was daring me to park in the only space. I parked in the only space. She abandoned the Chelsea tractor and stormed over as I got out. Bear in mind I'd just had an hour of dad and was facing an iminent shopping experience with him too..  I'm a woman on the edge. 

'Do you have the RIGHT to park y'ere' she says, coz she's a bit common. 

'I do' I replied, and strode off with an exaggerated spring in my step. 

'Where's your badge? She demanded. I ignored her (the badge was in the window from the trip to Lidl 10 mins before).  'Oh excuse me! EXCUSE ME...' She yelled after me. I may have actually told her in an unofficial sign language that she'd said that twice... 

I walked into Morrisons and found Imelda faffing at the bread display. About 5m later Karen appeared with a member of staff, pointing me out. I grabbed dad's arm and smiled sweetly while the member of staff said something curtly to her and walked off leaving her all wound up with nowhere to go. Her face was a picture.

The shopping lasted 45 minutes today as I took charge of the adding up and he used his voucher. I took him home.

I went for a walk in bluebell woods and sat with the trees and the birds and the bluebells afterwards which calmed me down a lot.