Real-up. Do you trust you when it comes to your father's care? You said you aren't math inclined. Okay, neither am I, (unless we're talking money, and this ain't money.) I'd be terrified to give anything in mm., cm., or anything that has anything to do with the metric system. Does not compute in my mind. And, yet, heaven forbid, if I gave hubby 10 ccs when I'm supposed to give him 10 mms. (And, honestly, I'm so lost, I'm not even sure if that's a thing, or if I would have given him too much or too little.) But that's exactly what terrifies me in doing that. I don't know it, and it matters! So, is it like that for you? You really want to, but you know you could be dangerous in the effort?
If so, then good! Your mom does know!
And, honestly? Are you being lazy? Not does your mom say you're lazy. I'm asking you if you are being lazy? If I'm scared to do something, I can come up with 10,001 different reasons to postpone doing it. And, if I'm terrified, chances are good I'll never get to it. And, yet, I'm also very good at being lazy.
I don't want to hear what your mom is saying. I want to hear what you're saying.
Most people think relationships are 50/50. You give 50% and the other person gives 50%. But, not true, because we measure our 50% leniently. (We give ourselves all benefits of a doubt and then multiply the times we're really doing good exponentially.) And then we judge what the other is doing critically for everything they do, and divided what they do in half, or more.
I tell this to you for three reasons:
1. You're doing that to yourself.
2. You're doing that to your parents.
3. They're doing that to you.
Do you like it when they do that to you? No? (Good answer!) So don't do it to them either.
How? Don't know. I'm very much into being like that, so the only way around it I've gotten is a 90/10 relationship. 90% of the time, I do things for John just because I like to make his life easier. 10% of the time I don't because I'm "lazy," "tired," "selfish," whatever. But I don't think 100% of the time is maintainable. (Can do it for a few hours. Can't do it for a day. lol) And, whenever he does something, I double down on what he does. He does dishes -- yay! Twice as good as if I did dishes. (Dishes is no big deal to me, so I don't expect him to praise me for it. But I do thank him for it, knowing he doesn't think it's a big deal either.)
BUT, your situation is topsy-turvy now. Your dad can't! (That was his long burst of energy getting the house ready to sell. He knew he'd hit can't, so he was working hard to get ready for that.)
Your mom can! Unfortunately for her, she can do it all. (Kind of sorry to know she has nursing skills. Also glad. Sorry, because that makes it a very fuss-budgety kind of person who likes everything to go just right. Great personality for a nurse. Kind of stinks sometimes as Mom. And, yet, great she can do what you can't, because her doing that means Dad stays home longer.) Let her be that. Praise her for being that, because she needs to hear she's doing good too. You're losing your dad, but she's losing her husband. Not good either way, but understand this is why tempers are flaring. Everyone of you is terrified of what the future holds.
Don't add to the flare. (Again. 90% of the time, because 100% can't be maintained. lol)
Watch your mom. What would she be doing, if she wasn't taking care of your dad? How about doing that? I'm sure dinner is in that. I'm sure dishes is in that. Laundry. Shopping. Getting the stupid car inspected. (Objects become stupid exactly when we do not want to have to deal with the hassle. Just thought you'd like to know when they become stupid.) Bills? (Arguing with billers is a favorite past time with me. lol) That does help your dad and it does help your mom. Doing what isn't getting done because he's sick.
I trust you to do housework. More important -- you trust you to do housework. (Getting car inspected, doing bills, running to the pharmacy or bank or hardware store is all "housework" to me.)
Your dad needs company. He needs you. You are the only you he needs right now. Spend at least a full hour a day being with him. For his sake and your sake. Quality time, not quantity time.
And, if you really are being lazy, figure out how much laziness you're allowed per day. Everyone is allowed a certain amount of laziness per day. Lazy isn't bad, in moderation.
Just don't feel like it's all your fault just because everyone is freaking and some of that freak out lands on you. It is your fault if you freak out on someone else. When you do that, how much time should they give you before you should be forgiven? In like kind, forgive in that short a time.
Your mom is a fuss-budget. Good for her! (My dad is too. lol) Fuss-budget is a good trait for times like these. Keep adding your good-traits into the mix and your family will get through this. Tattered and torn, but you will get through.
Read Psalm 23. This is The Valley of Death it's talking about. It's a real place. It's not fun. But the way to get through it is to trust the shepherd and go along with the herd. Your family is your herd. No one ever said we sheep smell good or behave well all the time. Sheep stink and they have horns on their head for a reason. Realize the herd isn't pretty, but if you stick together with the best-ever shepherd you will get through this.