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Jun 23, 2007 18:29

I didn't go to see mum today. I needed some time and space just for me.

I work 37 hours a week. I need the weekend to do things like laundry and cleaning and just chilling out and just being me on my own. That takes two days, and spending half that time doing my duty to my dying mother is fucking hard.

My dad's spending a lot more time on her, but he's spending a lot less time on working.

Andy's not even getting into the country until tomorrow.

This is hard for me, and I needed time out. Now I have lots of laundry to put away but it's ironed and I've got time to put it away. I've managed to have the time to sew up the dress that's needed sewing up for weeks. If I want to do something just for the hell of it, today and tomorrow I can. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty for not going to see mum, but she's had ass-loads of company this weekend and I feel better in myself for giving myself the weekend off.

health, family, andy, mum, dad

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