Rain rain go away

It seemed like just any other Sunday,of to the farmers'market and then brunch. The day took a turn with a phonecall 'can you help me move from my flat now,please?'...so Neil's canoeing trip was halted, and we armed ourselves with boxes and newspaper ( to pack up the dinnerware), and off we went.Her relationship had finished prior to this moment,but still trying to reside under the same roof,this idealism was failing. So we managed to pack up the flat in 2.5 hours,and with two cars filled to the brim, we headed home.Unfortunately this was not the end..unpacking was a nightmare, and was taking longer than the 2.5 hours to pack! Am I grateful that I had enough washing powder in store..I washed everything!Even items that looked clean went for a spin..and the rain stayed away.We are now still unpacking and finding homes for items and I am still washing. As the next load goes in, it made me think that 'is this all I am useful for now?' washing and picking up the pieces. I am so grateful that she still calls home her 'safety net', mentioning that she will never leave home ever again.My face must have said it all..and my reply was'till something better comes along'.So I will continue to cook, clean, and make her bed, because one day I will be made redundant.