Day 8 of 108
Even my fatigue is exhausted. It just feels so pointless - no amount of planning or saving or scheduling or anything helps someone dealing with an aging parent with a fading memory. I wish I could undertand just what is going on in my father's head. He forgets something and then we have to go all the way to Vashi twice in a day. Then he misunderstands something so I have to trek all the way to Bandra. Then he misplaces something else so I have to spend 3 hours calling and co-ordinating with courier people and a million shitty stuff. I WANT A RELIABLE DRIVER! That's what I want! One idiot I spoke with couldn't bother to turn up at the time I needed him and he has the audacity to give me attitude. Idiot! Then the key I had for the Vashi house was wrong. I had to wait in the afternoon heat for the cook to come and open the gate. Then that BIG, BIG HOUSE! It is so big..it can swallow up 8 of my Bandra flats! It is so annoying trying to coordinate anything there! I felt so help...
