I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
No whine from me tonight. My GRAND CHILDREN will be here in less than 48 hours! We found out the new one in the oven is a boy and they are naming him after my Dad.
I have 5 1/2 days of Dress up, arts and crafts, hugs, kisses, cup cake making, hugs, bed time stories, pajama parties, kisses, tickles, coloring, balloon blowing, hugs..............WOOOO HOOOO!
hope ya have a fun time boni .
Going to treat myself to a FRESH whole dungeness crab... Safeway had them on sale for 5.99 a pound. Win win.
So, all in all, it wasn't so bad being on this boat with a lot of you!
Boni.... now I am jealous! Sounds like SO MUCH FUN!! enjoy enjoy enjoy!
Off to crack some crab now and have the hot melted butter drip down my arms !!
It's hard to be alone on my birthday after 70 years of marriage, but once I get this compression fracture of my back healed, I'll make do. It happened on hubby's last day at home before Hospice.. 'Going visiting for Christmas and then two months with two of my daughters and families...
I'm keeping up with all you folks in your caregiving. I have lots of empathy and admiration for all of you! Keep it up with your heads held high!
Tony said Dad was shaking like a leaf, of course he was outside with no coat before Mom noticed he had fallen, my gosh Mom is almost deaf/blind.... he went looking for one of his canes he thought he left on the front porch and Dad lost his balance and fell into the bushes. He knows he shouldn't be outside without his rolling walker. You wouldn't catch Mom outside in the dark doing that.... men [rolling eyes.... no offense to those who have common sense].
I broke down and bought a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio... thought it would go good with my dungeness crab. I was right. So Lois - clink - cheers- here's to a speedy recovery for you and may you have a wonderful Holiday season!
Someone would get a stern chewing out! - which would fall on deaf ears and things would more than likely continue on as they are. ugh.
Glad you father is ok. Maybe this scare will teach an old horse a new lesson?
I feel I will be moving into assistant living before my parents do, just from all the stress :P
"… why is it no one ever sent me
one perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no! - it's always just my luck to get
one perfect rose."
I receive at least 3 magazines every week that I never ordered and don't subscribe to - things like Glamour, SELF, etc - yeah right! I'd *never* read those. Then we get at least 2-3 copies of every Christmas catalog known to man - none of which we've ever ordered. I fill an entire trash bag every two weeks with the crap mail we get.
Yes, my Dad needs to be wrapped in bubble wrap :P I plan to stop at their house today to talk to Dad to ask him what are their plans if either Mom [97] passes on or Dad [93] passes on.... I think Dad would be happy to move to independent living/assistant living as he is too bored at home.... he would love a couple dozens of new ears to hear his stories :)
Mom, now that's another story, she probably thinks I would move in with her.... NOT.... my health won't permit it, so she will need to decide to either hire help or move. I know she will dig in her heels. How I dread it.
I know this sounds really bad, I hope if the time comes that one parent passing first, I hope it will be Mom as Dad will be easier to direct to new housing.
Woke up after having another of those horrible, vivid dreams. This one involved one of my grandkids (who has learning and developmental disabilities) being taken away from his mother and placed in foster care, and I was feeling all the emotions he felt inside, but could not express. Fear, confusion, sadness. It was heartbreaking.
Then I got up, started working, and intentionally waited until Mom laid down for a nap before I hopped in the shower - hoping for a few moments to myself, which are the only times to myself I get - shower and bedtime. Nope. About 2 seconds before I was ready to get out, Mom starts yelling my name from the living room. I'm still all wet, so I yell back to see what she wants - she wants to know where I am. I tell her I'm in the shower. No answer. I wait a couple of minutes, thinking she's going to come in to use the toilet, and I might as well stay in the shower until she's done. Nothing. I have a schedule to keep, so I'm wondering if I'm going to have to stay in here all day, or if she's forgotten she needed to come in to use the bathroom...or what?? I yell back out to tell her she can come in and use the toilet if she needs to. She says no, she just wanted to know where I was! ARGH. First time she's done that one - makes me wonder if she was a little panicked when she didn't see me.
Made breakfast and was rushing, because now I'm running a bit behind schedule, after starting laundry, getting my shower, etc. Bring Mom her breakfast, and *try* to get my own, but she decides she wants something to drink other than what I brought her, and doesn't ask nicely for it, just TELLS me to get it. GRRR.
By this time, my stress level is soaring, and I can't really explain why. Why should this day be any different than any other? I don't know. I just know I'm *really* looking forward to the few days that I will have with my son next month, without having to care for Mom. Unfortunately, I know it may be the last trip I can make to see him until Mom is gone, because I can no longer leave her alone. I've had to patchwork together a network of friends and family in order to make this trip, and there are *going* to be times where Mom is alone, but not for long - a neighbor will check in on her by coming over 3x a day, one sibling is going to come over and spend the afternoon with her mid-week and make sure she gets a shower, laundry is done, house is clean, etc. Another sibling is taking the week off and plans to come over one day that week and do some home maintenance items for me. So why am I so darn stressed??? I think it must be the season. I'm not depressed. I'm not sad. I'm stressed and feel like the top of my head is going to blow off. Can't quite explain it. Kind of hating feeling this way though, because it's not Mom's fault at all. The siblings are stepping up to help me make the trip to see my son, which was unexpected and surprising, so that's not it....ugh. I hate feeling this way. I think part of the problem might be that I've been so busy this week that I haven't been able to get past one load of dishes or laundry, and that makes me irritable. I can't imagine that's the whole reason, though.
I guess I'll throw myself into my work and do some housework and cooking prep for next week today, put the new tv stand/fireplace in the corner and get that all set up...maybe that will help. I think I'm just feeling overwhelmed, for whatever reason.
Oh, and a funny for the day...I have a 90-lb dog - my constant companion. I put the new tv stand/fireplace together the other day, but it's not in the corner yet, just sitting on the other side of the room. I plugged it in so we could see how it works, and Mom was very tickled with it. This morning, the dog and I came out of my room, and he headed for the living room - I headed for the bathroom. Our normal morning routine. Then, I hear "BEEP!" - the sound of the fireplace in the tv stand turning on. I'm thinking Mom must have found the remote and turned it on. Uh..no. THE DOG TURNED ON THE FIREPLACE. He walked up to it and pushed the power button on the front panel with his nose!!!
Isn't it amazing what pets can do... it's stuff like that that makes you really smile.