Dignity of grace

My house is tidy. All my ironing piles are ironed and put away. I'm eating healthy regular meals. My house looks lovely.



I am in a parallel universe.....







I am enjoying my Mom being here, I don't want her to go home.... She went out shopping today and I tried to dress myself. Well that was a disaster.



I would try wrapping your leading hand up in a bandage and have a go. Might be amusing!



Knickers went on without too much hassle. Found a huge sensible pair. A lot of huffing and puffing and realisation that my balance isn't quite right and they were up. Next my bra. Being of large bosom i need the scaffolding to balance out my body and allow my clothes to have a chance of falling okay. 17mins later i was in tears, i couldn't do up 2 back hooks despite being turned round to the front. I sat on the bed in frustration and pain as my entire thumb area sent shooting pain around my hand and up my arm.

I would persevere. And take another painkiller......



Eventually, after 35 minutes, i had managed to hook the blinking bra up and twist it almost round to cup my boobs. I say almost. i gave up halfway. It was just too much



I found a big and baggy short sleeved dress. I popped it over my head and carefully over my right hand. Somehow i had got the dress rolled up and couldn't quite get my left arm in. Again i huffed and puffed. I got my left arm in an struggled to pull the rolled and caught up dress down. 10 minutes later, exhausted, i sat on the sofa.

Mum came home and came through the French doors smiling as she praised my cleverness. I meekly smiled one side of my mouth. I tried to stand up.

'My God what on earth....'

'Don't say a word. Please just help me'

I had got so tangled up but had managed to smooth enough dress out at the front when sitting down so I looked relatively normal. Mom tried to pull the dress down at the back.

My Meathead neighbour walked passed.

My extra big pants were on show.....

Mum looked at me. I looked at Mum.

Oh the indignity of it all........

We fell about laughing. Laughing and laughing til our tummies ached.

It was a fitting end to the day...............