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I'm a full time carer for my highly disabled mum and step father & my autistic and hyperactive little brother.

Monday 21 June 2010

We All Scream

I guess I stopped posting because I felt I didn't have enough to say, but the truth was I'd lost the motivation to do housework and other things and I can't comment on my life away from the keyboard if I'm doing my utmost not to have one.

I have, lately, found the motivation, and I believe it's something the Lord has strengthened me with.

Mum got me up to see to Pickle, this morning, but she went back to sleep soon after I got there so I just curled up next to them and nodded off myself until my sister arrived and promptly woke pickle (who was less than pleased about it) and thus woke me and mum as well. Mum told me she was here to clean and told me to go and help, so I went back to my room to dress appropriately and god back in bed for the next few hours.

I got up, checked my (web) comics, emails, etc, and was eventually called down to watch Pickle by her mother, who it turned out hadn't been cleaning but had absconded with the aforementioned baby and had not long returned with her and was no leaving again without her. (From what I gather she'd only returned to to hassle Mum about whatever while she was trying to address some envelopes and was only annoyed that she'd been interrupted from a task she'd wanted to finish sooner).

Apparently the reason she didn't do any cleaning was because yesterday's dishes hadn't yet been done. Which was annoying; although I've generally finished cooking much sooner than I had been used to (typically I would finish cooking at about 10pm for a variety of reasons that mostly boil down to my short attention span and it takes me about 15 minutes to find and pick up where I left off. Or we don't have a necessary ingredient to the meal I already started cooking and need to go for it). I'm rather happy that I've managed to get my meals on served between 6 and 8pm for the last 2 weeks (with only a couple of times running into 'over time', however I take a weirdly long time to serve each plate. This probably comes back to me being easily distracted).

I don't remember what took me so long on sunday night, I don't even remember what we had, thinking about it. In any case it was getting I had made a habit of washing up the morning after, which somehow seems less stressful (having cooked the damn meal to begin with). And there was, for some reason, more than usual to do.

(I finally did the washing up before I started dinner, not that I had anything to worry about as we got some paper plates for the coming meal). I was to have Pickle until Mum finished writing the envelopes; then we were to go to the post office and drop Pickle off with Tony was in the bookies (we roused him from the bookies but he came and took Pickle at the post office).

We went to Morrison's to pick up what mum assured me would only be a few items for dinner that turned into a full trolly's worth of shopping that came to more than £72. Top top it off her cards were declines, so I generously paid myself. Then, finally getting around to buying the ice cream she'd been promising for ages (since I pointed out it was half price), we went to tesco to get some. Annoyingly we'd half filled another trolley by the time I pointed out what we went the for and we continued to fill it until it was nearly full before we even got to the ice cream. Sadly our brand was no longer on offer. But I resolved to make some myself, which sounded even better to my mind.

So I washed up, we started dinner and I was mostly finished cooking it at around 7ish but I wanted to wait for mum to get back from picking Jeff up before serving it. In retrospect this might not have been the best idea.

Mum finished her diner at about 9 and we started the ice cream. I remember it being much more complicated, last time, you had to be very careful to stir it properly or the eggs would sink and cook incorrectly. I definitely intend to use this recipe more often, even when making custard (icecream is basically frozen custard).

I'd been inspired to make this icecream a week or 2 ago, when Elder Waddington made some icecream for a dinner appointment with a friend from church (being a single sister there has to be a chaperon there with them, which often, if not always, falls to me. Not that I'm complaining). He made it with 'Oreos' (a type of American sandwich biscuit, if you don't know), which was apparently a family recipe, and later remarked how some people had suggested he manufacture it on a larger scale. He said he'd thought about but that it was unfeasible due to copyright restrictions, at which point I pointed out it'd just have to become 'Bourbon icecream', which got a laugh, though I was being serious, and I think he said something about it being a good idea but dishonest which worried be because I've always looked at the Oreo as being a Bourbon made with a cheaper recipe but sold at more than double the price for a packet. (The difference being because a bourbon is, I must assume, some type of 'public domain' recipe; there are dozens of companies that make them and so they're quite cheap at full price. Still higher quality than an Oreo, though).

We put pickle to bed. I don't know what time she fell asleep but it was nearly 11pm when I logged on. While recounting the day's events to a friend online I realised I had enough to make a somewhat decent blog entry, so here it is. While talking to her I also started perusing DeviantArt.com, looking at lots of beautiful pictures which I have continued to do until now which I sadly realise is just a few minutes before dawn breaks and I have been a naughty boy. I haven't even felt that tired... Though now my eyes are starting to feel sore and my back is quite stiff... Guess it's off to bed with me :(