That's my carer out for the count for...

...this afternoon again.  He's laying back in his chair with his legs up and he's snoring sometimes so he's deeply asleep again.  

 

I've already cared for him for over 5 hours today and I doubt he'll be awake for much of the afternoon, so might get 12 hours today, which'll do wonders for the spreadsheet. It'll mean that I'm back on track for just about scraping through double the minimum requirement of care a week, but apparently I'm not his carer and my carer will be lucky to hit 2½ hours of care from my carer this week, assuming he does actually cook for the next 3 days, otherwise I doubt he'll hit 90 minutes.  I'd cared more for my carer before 9am today than my carer has cared for me this entire week combined.

He tells everyone who asks who does the cooking that he "cooks all the meals" despite only cooking once this week (on Tuesday) and he made me a Mugshot yesterday, but other than that he's done absolutely no cooking at all this week.

We've got 24 eggs so my carer, just before lunch (he had a Mugshot and I had 6 biscuits and 2 apples), promised that our meals for the rest of the week would look like this:

Tomorrow (Friday)

Omelette

 

Saturday

Egg and chips

 

Sunday

Scrambled egg

 

I can pretty much guarantee that we'll be lucky to have one of those meals in reality though and we'll end up with 36 eggs to use up on Saturday.

It's got to the point now that I don't believe a word my carer says until it actually happens.  It's all about him and I don't seem to matter any more - I'm just the shopper for groceries, the bank that doesn't charge interest and the carer who doesn't get credit for it.

Me?  Resentful?  Too bloody right I am!