My better angel took care of us all these years...my turn to take care of her.
Not that I cook or anything.
I can make instant oat meal, scramble eggs, make PB&J sandwiches, burn soup, etc...all the fast food items.
But I do make great reservations.
However, a long time ago:
I learned I didn’t know how to grill on the grill and I am no longer allowed to try and do so.
I am also not allowed to take photos anymore as I cut off heads after perfect photo poses.
I am no longer allowed to do anyone’s laundry except my own. Some people just don’t like pink underthings or wrinkled and shrunk sweaters.
I’m not allowed to load the dishwasher(though I am allowed to unload it). Some people have their own system ,rather than load it via the owner’s manual recommendations.
I am not allowed to go grocery shopping alone...seems a hundred bucks worth of ice cream and cookies and donuts weren’t the only things on the shopping list....never-mind that they cover all the basic food groups and are gluten free.
I could go on, but you get the drift.
Is your “better angel” ( I REALLY like that) somehow infirm or limited physically now? Are you rather a caregiver?
It’s hard when we are at the top of our game physically and slowly the 2nd law of thermodynamics creeps in