I don't know how I used to write every day. These days it seems as if every day is repetitious. We are sometimes busy with the garden, the boat, meetings, and going to town for odds and ends. Sometimes we have lazy days where we read and take naps. The only difference today is that I am going to write about a resentment.
We haven't yet begun to do the hard things with selling my parents-in-law's house. My wife has found a real estate agent who will be listing it. We are in a holding pattern until the caregivers move out. C. gave them up to three months, March-May, to find a place. They are still there but are packing up.
I am going to out myself on this. I have been pissed because I believe that they are taking advantage of her offer. The only thing that they have been paying are the utilities. They know that we have to come in, paint, shampoo the carpets, and get the house staged to sell. Staging includes packing up all the unnecessary items and knickknacks that her parents had.
So the other day, C. was told that they would be out by May 31. Okay, I get that up to three months includes the very last day of May. But what about consideration for my wife and what we have to do to put the house on the market? And to top this off, the caregivers haven't found a place to rent but are moving in with the next door neighbor and her husband.
I know that this is none of my business. It's up to my wife to settle the estate, get the house ready and list it with the real estate agent. I haven't been over to the house on purpose because I am not pleased with the fact that the caregivers are still there. Yes, they were great to Mom. They were also paid handsomely and had a place to live. Now they are still living there while we are in a holding pattern.
It takes a great deal of reminding myself what I have learned in recovery to keep my mouth shut. I am telling myself it is just a few more days and then we will be able to get to work on what we have to do with the house. My wife leaves for a week in Nantucket on June 14 so I don't know whether we will be able to accomplish what we want to before she leaves.
Once again, I realize that I don't have to concern myself with this. But there is this little voice that likes to pipe up in my head telling me that people are self-centered and think only of what is most convenient for them. One of the caregivers owns a home on the island that she has rented out, so she is getting income and living now rent free. Okay--enough of this--I don't need to think about the what if's, the why not's or the yes, but's now.
On other news, we are planning a picnic out here in early June for some recovery friends. We seldom entertain anymore, so this will be a chance to spend a few hours with people and have burgers and BBQ.
I am off to the boat for part of the weekend. Hard to believe that another Memorial Day has come around. Hope that you are going to have a long weekend.