I have broken my days into the things I need to do which include: making sure everyone has their meds, making sure everyone is fed, making sure everyone has drinks, walking the dog, and doing light housework. I have made this about doing and more than caring.
The biggest challenge is the feeding people. I am not a cook. The first night was the scariest - Mom had lamb chops out to cook, so that is what I needed to cook. Dad showed me how to turn on the BBQ and Sam nearly died laughing walking me through the cooking of them via FaceTime. I also baked sweet potatoes, asparagus and peas.
My parents had low expectations for this meal (summed up by the following: my mom asking if I knew to lower the rack in the oven before cooking the potatoes, and Sam asking "what were they thinking?" and "can you order a pizza instead?"). In the end dinner looked like this:
It came out better than expected. More than edible!
Night two, I decided to play to my strengths and make a pasta dish my parents love. It turned out ok too.
My dad also wanted ice cream so I made him a banana split. He says it isn't a real banana split because we didn't have maraschino cherries and I had to use a real cherry.
Night 3 - first roasted chicken dinner. The chicken wasn't totally cooked at the bone even though I followed my mom and the internets instructions. But enough was safe for dinner and then I cooked it more for leftovers.
In the end, I kept my parents alive and at least didn't make things worse:)