Parents become old people

Parents - usually nice to have and nice to know. But, they become old people and the same doesn't always apply. Like young kids they become demanding. And they don't just want it, they want it now!

Now I remember that all the way through my formative years we worked on the basis that there were 4 Sundays in a month. These were then allocated on the basis of one for a visit to Dad's mum, one at home, then one at mum's parents and one at home. If there were 5 sundays in the month then that was an extra at home Sunday.

But now our parents are old people, and yes, we still love them but even though we get to see them at least once a week, usually twice and often more frequently than that... it's never enough. They still want to "see more of us". They claim they don't get out. Now for my dad that is true, he does nothing because of his advanced MS, he can't, but mother walks the dog most days, gets into town and round the supermarkets to do her shopping. Likewise Sue's mum, while her dad is transported to an old folks "club" twice a week and every now and then his mate Tony takes him to The Legion for a night out. In the better weather he gets about on a mobility scooter but with sub zero temperatures currently bing the norm, then he's staying in more as we'd expect. Except he doesn't. He wants to be out.

So where does that leave us? Running around after the old folks. Doing the shopping that they forget because they won't write themselves a list but which we won't do unless it's on a list (see the irony there - they won't write a list for themselves but they will for us). Popping in and out, lots of short visits simply because if we just go for a few hours once a week then they say "we never see anything of you".

I love my parents but I'm not so keen on old people.