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.
Email from my volunteer co-ordinator on Monday - could I help out at the cancer unit on Friday morning because it's always a busy clinic and one of the two volunteers who normally do it is away.
[Thinks not so keen on mornings, grumble rhubarb, but] yes, fine, of course I'll be happy to help.
Thank you so much! says volunteer co-ordinator. By the way, the other volunteer can't make it either now, sorreee.
I think I've been had.
What do I say to her? Do I say "hey I don't blame you for not wanting to leave your paradise to visit this awful place we all live in". I actually had a good morning until I was reminded multiple times that I live in an awful place. Sometimes I wonder why I am so thin skinned when it comes to this old friend.
Thanks for letting me blow off steam. It sure put a damper on what started to be a good day...
My parents have money. I suggested a residence hospice that only has 10 beds and is expensive. Dad doesnt want to pay, she has her own money but its like in an ira fund thing (i know lol) worth atm 140k plus she has saving and pension money . He said he wont cash it in because of taxes. Its her money some how he has charge of all her money.
He finally agreed to this place. Her busybody friend called him and told him hospice is free and this private place is trying to screw him.
So now we are all fighting again.
We have all calmed down today and she is going to the Rose of Monahan today.
I just want her to be someplace nice and not her hoarder house. and she wants to go there .
My father has calmed down too. It wasnt an ira but some fund that pays her dividends each year. My father is very old school and very secretive about money.
sign read three types of pressure
mild
strong
powerful
I requested mild
Today, I feel like I was in a fight
To all caregivers, take it a day, a morning, afternoon, hour at a time. Whatever works for the current situation. Compartmentalizing is the only way I have gotten through the last decade. Little enjoyments add up. Right now I am enjoying my coffee at this minute...whatever happens next nobody is going to take this cup away!
If you haven't gotten your REAL ID license yet, there is a glitch when going to the Motor Vehicles Dept with your birth certificate, and other forms of identification that you need.... if your last name doesn't match your birth certificate, you need to bring in your marriage license..... this requirement wasn't on our State list of what to bring in with you.
I was lucky that my State was able, for a small fee, to go into the State records to get the marriage license as long as I had been married in that State. If I had been married in another State, I would have needed to drive back home and dig for that old marriage license.
Looking back, life would have been easier if I had kept my maiden name, but women rarely did that way back when.
Anyhoo, I am breathlessly waiting to see how my photo had turned out. Will know in a week's time :P
The other day I went to turn over a sofa cushion and lo and behold more dry cat food. And here I thought the cats were enjoying that brand and flavor the whole time.
I read somewhere that mice do not like the smell of peppermint, so I bought a spray bottle of Mrs. Myers mint spray. I am hoping to discourage new mice house hunters looking for a place to live. I need to place a small sign at the cat's water bowl "enter at your own risk, no lifeguard on duty", as my cat "Rosie" had drown two mice already.
So refreshing to begin my morning reading your lighthearted comments of the cat and mouse story :)
And then, the RealID ..... I can give you a heads up on that.... my photo showed an older, fatter face :) but luckily (or not), I got my new license on the same visit.
Thank goodness, I remembered to check TP supply last night!😵
Barb, ouch!
Thanks for asking! Needed sympathy~!
Then my husband's sister died, leaving us to be the only caregiver for his mom, 89. We would like to move, we would like to travel while my husband's heart condition isn't too bad, but each day revolves around that phone call to his mom now. In contrast, my mom moved far away from her family and my grandmother's care went to her sister. My MIL did a little care giving, but my husband's grandmother lived with his aunt. Then, as cwillie says, "no good deed goes unpunished" as we have no one to be there for us when we get very old....
I take each day one at a time. I have really learned to look for happiness in very small things.