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.
Plus, he has decided that I am his new "person" and has been ignoring my mom, who doesn't understand. Since she has dementia too, it's so hard to explain to her what is happening. She thinks if she just closes the door and "locks" him in her room that he will stay and everything will be fine again. Wrong!!! You can't lock him in, he gets more stressed. I had to go all the way across town to get medication for him from the vet. It has helped. At least he is sleeping thru the night now. My mom is another story...she is getting on my nerves lately and I'm trying to remind myself of all the stuff we remind ourselves of when we feel ready to just run for the hills!! She tried to "help" me the other night and put away all the dirty dishes from the dishwasher...UGGGHHH!!! No, no no!! PLEASE do not "help" me anymore!! But I don't want her to feel like she isn't a help so I try to find stuff for her to do. It seems all she wants to do lately is just sit and be moony over the dog! It is beyond annoying!! It is getting harder and harder for me to take care of anything that has to do with me. It's just mom and dogs , dogs and mom 24/7. And once again, I feel guilty and horrible for saying this as one day I will wish I had her here to complain about.
Pretty good day here, but nothing work wise accomplished...Everything I need to do involves hauling boxes full of stuff to Goodwill and no way was i going in and out of the house today...every time the door opens it feels like it takes forever to warm it up again....
Thursday night and some of the best shows so about to put my feet up now that I have gotten Mama settled and fed...Mama's happy, I'm happy
I have been trying to put all angst aside, all hostility, all blame and just about everything. It's about mom now. My 2 oldest brothers showed up yesterday, unannounced, ok... least they showed up. Apparently they called 3rd in line brother and told him mom was placed on hospice. I'd already sent him/his wife a text. Oldest bro told me he'd already spoke to 3rd ass. Seems like it was said that mom's already gone so no need to come. Ok. I called him an hour ago.... was told that he felt mom's gone, she wouldn't know if he was there or not, thanked me for telling him, told me to have a nice day. Click. One day... ONE DAY I will just tell the world why I detest his sanctimonious a**.
Mom is between bed bound and unsteady when I transfer her, which makes is so much more difficult, especially on my back. She will pee during the night in her depends but during the day, she has to use the toilet.
So far I love her "bather". Cute li'l stocky girl. This house is overflowing with pee pads, depends, bedside commodes, butt cream... gloves... gads.
Me personally, I am exhausted... in every way you can imagine. Tired. Tired.
Sorry Boni, you know I didn't listen... next week it's on though.
As for parents keeping a car they don't drive, my Dad kept his nice car in the garage for ages after he quit driving. Would have to be recharged with a battery charger periodically. I know another person 90 years old that has three cars and can drive none of them won't sell even one. I think the cars symbolize their independence and getting rid of them finalizes that loss of independence in their minds.
Dad just woke up. The first thing he said, "Is it okay if I bring my girlfriend?"
If my parents wanted a car, even though they both stopped driving years ago, I wish they would purchase something more user friendly. Dad wanted the battery powered Volt but Mom didn't.
I use their car whenever my Mom has a doctor appointment because she can no longer climb up into my Jeep.... how I dread driving their car.... I feel like I am trying to guide a cruise ship down the highway... plus the car was made for someone who is 6 foot tall because one can only see out to the side view mirrors if the seat is pulled all the way back.... thus when I pull out into traffic I hop into the lane I will be turning left miles down the road because I can't use those side view mirrors when I have the seat pulled all the way forward :P
Are we having fun yet?
I love that story Hope !! If I ever get into a situation like that, I think I'll use it!
Veronica, thanks for the update on the Volt, didn't realize they are too close to the ground. I had to laugh when you said "getting to the dr's office and all three of you trapped in the car." :)