After my Social Security kicked in a few years ago, I was finally able to convince my industrious asawa that we could afford to hire a full-time helper.
After all, aside from taking care of my father-in-law, afflicted with Alzheimer’s, my wife did most of the cooking and cleaning in our household. A niece and nephew have lived with us for years. While the kids can help out on the week-ends, there was no one to help my wife with all the chores during the week.
No matter how good their intentions when someone tells me that “we will be safe here” doesn’t exactly make me feel warm and fuzzy all over.