Growler is letting his hair down this weekend. Off to see his beloved Wales play rugby in the 6 Nations at home. I love that he is going, I love that he gets to see his best mate and I love that he gets to be a normal welsh bloke for a day.
I am stopping with my dad overnight who has volunteered (with a smile) to be my Respite Gofer. Which sounds much nicer than carer I reckon.
I admit to having some reservations about my sixty five year old father undertaking such tasks as fetching me drinks and making sure I take my medication … but (as a friend pointed out) he is probably delighted to be able to help. He certainly sounds it.
So I hope it will be good for me. Good to be able to admit some of the help I need to someone other than Growler and not to feel weak or hopeless just because I need assistance. Plus the ability to share the load is a positive step.
So why do I feel nervous? Something to do with feeling vulnerable? A fear of seeming lazy and/or too demanding? A worry I will do more to compensate and tire myself out?