I’m Going to Burn in Hell!

I always thought I was a genuinely nice person but I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m truly evil.  This week I’ve found myself laughing when I really shouldn’t.

1)  The lovely @sarahchocolate was trying to erect a flat pack book shelf from IKEA.  I suggested she move it upstairs in pieces so that she could assemble it in situ.  Apparently, they have a black hole in their house and she dared not to.  Last I heard she had put the shelves in back to front and had resorted to wine!  Bless!  *snort*

2.) I was sent this video to cheer me up by @mummyofseven…I have to admit that I nearly wet myself watching it.  Apparently, it’s okay to laugh as he filmed it himself but to be honest I can’t imagine living with such a condition.  Please tell me that you laughed! :-s

3.) Lastly, my poor husband was hit with a tummy bug this week.  He spent the last 48 hours in the loo, I was tempted to offer to install SKY…all I could hear upstairs was running and slamming of doors.  Not very sympathetic I know, however I did drive to Urgent Care at 3.30 am for him.  I’m not sure why I found Braille on a pack of Imodium so funny!

Shall I book you a seat next to me in hell?

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Laughing in the Face of Death!

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The idea for this post was inspired nicked from New Mummy’s recent post 5 Reasons I’m Going to Hell, which is all about laughing when you really shouldn’t.  Lately, I’ve been finding myself doing this more and more.  As most of you are aware my 87 year old father in law is terminally ill.  My husband is an only child so we’ve had to relocate his father to a palliative care ward near us and have also moved his mother nearby as she needs constant care.  To be honest this hasn’t been much fun at all.  However, I’ve found myself in fits of giggles on several occasions.

During the first bank holiday in May we were beckoned to their house in Sussex by the district nurse as father in law had deteriorated.  We spent the better part of the day both in their house and at the hospital watching him sleep, focussing on his chest going up and down, up and down and up and down, waiting for it to stop.  Then all of a sudden he bolted upright!  I nearly sh*t myself and it took me all of my powers and a stern inner dialogue to not laugh out loud.  Thank goodness I have twitter on my phone.

At one point during the day, it was suggested that I transport father in law in the car to the palliative care ward which would take a minimum of 2 hours and would involve the M25.  The district nurse had a quiet word with me and said there was a very good chance he could die in the car.  I couldn’t get the film Weekend at Bernie’s out of my head.  I had visions being stuck in the M25 road works with a dead guy in the car!  Could you imagine???

Moving my mother in law has proved the most challenging but humorous at times.  We’ve set her up in a lovely two bedroom flat that is bigger than our house.  We had Virgin TV installed and the remote equates to quantum physics for her.  I spent 45 minutes on the phone the other night trying to explain how to turn it to BBC 1 for the Chelsea Flower Show.  But, the funniest thing was when we got a panic call from her and hubby had to fly over as she’d managed to get it on a paid porn channel or so she claims.  It nearly killed the old bird.

And finally last night, my mother in law has been poorly (dicky tummy) and she has fairly strange toilet habits in the fact she will never turn the light on and always goes in complete darkness.  Unfortunately, she didn’t see that the toilet seat had been left up and sploosh!

In my defence, I think my sense of humour is the only thing that is keeping me relatively sane!