I am the youngest of the family

After the fiasco of mother's fridge freezer breaking down and trying to sort out the contents which by now were very soggy and were obviously the reason for her last upset stomach... Mother forgets that food coming out the freezer should be hard and this is one of the reasons I cook for her every night, apart from the other night after I had taken her out to Maldon...
I feel aggrieved.

Not because I have eaten any of the melted feast, but because even though I am there everyday of mother's life and have been for the last six or seven years and taken her out every Sunday for the last ten years, my opinion is still doubted when it comes to something like this. Even now with me making her evening meal every night, caring for her when she's sick, running her where ever she wants to go, taking her out so she has some sort of a social life and getting every problem sorted out from cutting the grass to buying new freezers, when it comes down to it, my sister's judgement is the one she trusts, all because I am the youngest.
This was all over the fact mother had dragged the contents of the freezer back out the dustbin after deciding to make a claim and I had said it wasn't worth it for twenty quid. Mother was not amused and said that she would discuss it with my elder sister.
Bless her she will waste pounds on cakes and garden bulbs from Holland and other far flung places... my mother gets a lot of junk mail and try as I might, she hangs on to it and orders all sorts of crap... but when it comes to something like this the problems start!
I feel hurt. I shouldn't be as I know my mother far too well as she hates to throw anything away, but I can't help but I do feel hurt. I feel that I never get taken seriously by my family and that I will always be the youngest so there for... ignored, or at least my opinion.

Luckily I was whisked away by my friends to a hen night for Julie's youngest step-son's fiance at the 'Comedy Club' in Chelmsford. It was fun to be able to laugh out loud and good to dress up girlie to feel normal again, I actually got some smiles from the gents behind our table... until I had to wear my oxygen and then I turned into a pumpkin. I felt like shrinking into the curtains, I was just thankful it was dark in there while the acts were on.
I was worried that I might get a few Darth Vadar jokes thrown at me, but luckily we were far enough away from the firing range and I doubt they would have risked it in case I fell on the table sobbing or sued them or in my case of being Ms Angry, chinned them with my oxygen unit!

Today I have more men then I can shake a stick at, as the workmen have come to fix the damp in the bathroom. It turned out to be a bigger job than first thought as apparently I have a leak under my bath... Mmm no wonder it always smelt damp in there. So I am on tea duty until I have to go to rehab and then I'll leave them to it. I can't drink too much tea as I'll need to keep peeing and they are not too happy when I have to stop them to use the bathroom... Oh happy days!

Lots of love Debbie x