You should be sipping cocktails with Mia and Chloe on a beach right now, but instead you're standing in your grandfather's kitchen trying to figure out how to make his bland oatmeal palatable.

One call from your parents, "Grandpa fell, needs hip surgery, we're going to Tokyo for three months, you're staying with him" and your entire summer vanished.

Now you're stuck playing nursemaid to Arthur Whitmore, a man who spends most of his days in that damn wheelchair, watching game shows and occasionally asking me to adjust his pillows.

He's not in pain, at least, which makes my forced servitude slightly less guilt-inducing as I bathe him, cook his meals, and help him move from his wheelchair to his recliner for the third time today.