My washing machine conked out yesterday. (I totally blame Aimee for living in the same country as me....she needs to move!!)
So I need to buy a new one. No big deal. It was old and over-due an upgrade anyway. I can afford a new one, so everything is just fine. Yay!
Except.... my mum bought me this one Back in the day when I was a poor single parent without a penny to my name (and despite the fact she was pretty hard up herself). She saved me from endless ENDLESS hand washing!
By the time I was earning a good salary and able to help her in return, it was pretty much too late I always wanted to take her away on holidays etc.... inject some well earned fun into her life (she has a life long desire to go to Disney Land/World/Whatever).... but her health wasn't good enough by then. I was able to help her out in smaller ways..... Sky TV, ipad, winter fuel bills, lots of meals out, ..... but it never felt like enough.
So yeah Not totally sure where I'm going with this
I know there are lots of people on here who have lost their mums, I know I'm not alone by any means. But it's really bloody shit isn't it? I feel too young to be an orphan!
For those of you not in the know, my mum died in April last year after a two-ish year cancer battle.....one I didn't seriously expect her to lose until 3 weeks before she did. (Talk to Ditty....she knows all about my ridiculous optimistic bubble tendencies).
I've been doing pretty well. Stupidly well for the first 6 months. Weirdly, worrying well! But it inevitably hit me in the end and the last 3 months have been a lot more challenging. Christmas was ok because I took Ditty's advice and left the country, New Year was harder but I got through it by being a grumpy sod and refusing to watch the fireworks.
But now I have Washing Machine Replacing Day to deal with. No one warned me about this one!
And the emotional stuff aside, it's REALLY DIFFICULT!! I genuinely think the internet is conspiring against me and wants to see me on my hands and knees, scrubbing me undergarments in the bathtub.
I have come close to buying two machines tonight.... the first promised me delivery in 5 days and after 15 minutes of navigating a particularly difficult shopping cart page, then informed me the first available date was Feb 23rd! Sod that! The second decided that my card number does not exist. It does. I can see it! It's right there!
So I'm giving up for the night. Washing Machine Replacement Day shall now be tomorrow.
Please leave your hugs (optional) and washing machine suggestions (a legal requirement) below
YOU SHOULD HAVE TEXTED ME!!!
i came in here looking for you fueled by a bizarre sixth sense that your absence was not cos of work but cos you were struggling!
And re: mother objects - mo uses my mums stick deodorant - her uni friend does too - they hold it aloft and thank nana for keeping them from smelling of BO,!
and - I have had to stop myself from hoarding all sorts that was for the bin but mum bought it for me
Ducks - you DID repay your mum, the sky tv, the heating bills and even I remember her delight at the iPad - you did look after her xxxx
sorry you're struggling Duckster - jan is a tough one at the best of times xxx.
I finally now now believe my mum got sick and died - it's taken over 18 mths for me to finally stop thinking "I can't believe its happened". The acceptance came with a really nice (if a bit naff) Feeling that she was still 'with me'. It means I don't miss her as acutely cos it feels like she's here
you prob have this level of insanity to come ïŋ―ïŋ―
right - snoring upstairs has abated - I shall return to bed