Mother needs to attend the Eye and Ear Hospital tomorrow. As step father is incapacitated, like having a plastic liver stent replaced by a metal one, it is left to the adoring offspring to provide transport. Sister was going to take her but complained to R about what a long and tiring day it would be for Little Jo and she would miss playgroup. Sister has been marvellous about carting Mother around and poor Little Jo. Murrumbeena to Pakeham to City to Pakenham with hours of wait in between. Oldest son must step up to the crease.
I don't start work this week until 4pm, so I said to Sister that I would take Mother to the hospital and she could just take her home. I have snatched R's Etag for
Oh that it was so simple to just drop her off and Sister to pick her up when she is ready to leave. No, we will have lunch in the canteen, I will see my first appointment and Oldest Son will then escort me to the next floor for my next appointment as I am afraid of the lift.
Of course she informed me of this through R who she knows has an ability to make me do as I am told, or at least lay a guilt trip on me.
I was seriously bitten bigtime back in the nineties by hospital parking when I had to collect my father from the Royal Melbourne, so I was now very stressed about parking at the hospital. Mother has disabled thing to place on the dashboard, but if I used it, how do I get it back to her in the waiting room when I leave? My car would then be illegally parked. I hate driving in the city and nothing stresses me more than worrying about parking. I am nearly an old man and after collecting Mother from Pakenham, listening to her talk non stop, having lunch and hanging around, I have to work from 4pm until 1am. No one seems to notice this.
But I won't have family saying I did not do my bit, so I will suffer and really it is about not laying too much on Sister and not overtaxing Little Jo.
R's initial respone was, just pay for the parking you stupid old queen.
Far from perfect in his phrasing, but R is brill at times. He solved the problem later, reduced my stress levels and I don't know why I did not think of it.
Collect Mother, drive home, get a cab with Mother to the hospital and when you leave, get the tram home.
This is a one off for me. Mother has been spoilt all her life transport wise and even though she is nearly seventy five, I think she can at least not hesitate when catching a lift and therefore not risk the doors closing on her. Transport will always be provided, but company not always.