WHERE DO ALL THE CUPS COME FROM?
Since I’ve been my Mom’s Caregiver, I ask myself that question a lot. Really–a lot–like many, many times per day.
I really don’t understand where all the cups come from. My Mom does not have a dishwasher which means that I wash ALL the dishes. I’m not opposed to washing dishes. Although growing up our chore was rinsing and loading the dishwasher. Which I must admit, I do prefer. But even when you have a dishwasher, every once in a while, for one reason or another, you end up washing dishes by hand. Old school.
Anyway, I have long since accepted the fact that one of my Caregiver duties is washing the dishes. I am just totally confused why the dishes need to be washed multiple times per day. When I cook, I “clean as I cook,” so there is never really a pile-up of pots, pans, knives, and spoons that are used for cooking. And after each of my Mother’s meals, I wash the dishes used to prepare and consume the meal.
But no matter what, there are always dishes—more specifically Coffee Cups in the sink waiting to be washed. I don’t drink coffee—Starbucks is different—and so I don’t use Coffee Cups. My Mom seems to drink one cup of coffee in the morning and on cold winter days, a cup of hot cocoa in the afternoon. That accounts for two cups. Two cups which I’m pretty sure that I washed shortly after they had been used.
I’ve mentioned that the dishes and the trash seem to be never-ending. What I didn’t mention is that these additional dishes are always cups. Where do all the cups come from? I take the 2 cups out of my Mom’s room after I administer her morning medication. And every morning, I wonder how there are two cups when she only drank one cup of coffee. At the end of the evening, after dinner and desert, I take any cups, out of her room to be washed during the last dishwashing session of the evening.
If you’ve been following along, you have been reading about these cups pondering how long I am going to remain confused and perhaps a tad obsessed with coffee cups. What I would really like you to realize is that throughout the day, I collect and wash cups having no idea where they came from.
I end the day totally exhausted feeling like a severely under-paid and under-appreciated Caregiver believing that I have washed the days dishes. However, after washing dishes all day—multiple times throughout the day, I awaken the next day to find…
I wake up to find—yes, perhaps a clogged toilet but definitely to a sink with one or two dirty Coffee Cups.
And if I don’t begin my morning unclogging a toilet, I spend moments wondering how and why there are any dishes in the sink at all.
As a Caregiver, it’s times like these when I truly question my sanity. Because seriously, where do all the cups come from?
Maybe she wakes up and drinks coffee in the middle of the night.
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