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.
I doubt anyone would wan't home canned stuff. They can take my store brought supplies, they won't have an idea how to make their hamburger bun with my pail of raw grains or make a hay box cooker. What fun lies ahead.
But I digress.. It is really just horrible that we must think of the end of times - I was born at exactly the right time, I believe - had the best of the old and the new. 'Just hate to think of what might be happening next and fear for the future for my seven grandchildren and three great-grands...
I wish you all and all of your dear ones make it through - lets all pray a lot and get the country/world back on track..
We need to imbue those 'statesmen' in DC with a lot more Godliness and less political might and live up to our Great Constitution. There! Sermon over..
Maybe my sig other has the right idea... throw some money into a greeting card, buy a birthday cake put on some candles, sing happy birthday, and order carry-out. If I was a son, Mom would be just as delighted without all the fuss, stress and fatigue :P
Captain: we are? Blimey! - they kept that quiet!
i dont have a whine today . i wanted to do something nice for edna so i got her a small cloth purse at goodwill and attached it to her wheelchair arm . its pretty nice for her cause she stashes things all over her chair and person , then loses track of them . i put a new turn signal switch in my truck and installed a free ceiling lite in my bunker . my fluorescents were getting so old theyd overheat and blink out every 45 minutes . that was getting old .
if anybody wants to hear an outrageous feminist joke , private message me . you know i love and respect women but this joke is funny .
Captain, don't worry about the developing nations. They never feel obliged to pay it back. Where I live there are cows down the road and we've got room for a pig and more chickens. Earlier on I was glumly wondering how hard it would be to dig a well - probably not too hard, but how are we going to heat the water I was using for my shower, eh? And my kids are all in London. I can't see them feeding 6-8 million people on the proceeds of the city farms. Mind you, there are plenty of rats, foxes and pigeons to go round before they have to start eating each other.
Learned the hard way to just keep my mouth shut. Older sibling today wanted to know what was going and and I told her I couldn't exactly talk at that point, but that it wasn't anything terrible, just what goes with the territory. She claims to understand because at one point, many years ago, she worked for a short time in an assisted living facility. Um...right church, wrong pew, sis. You may understand the basics, but you were performing those tasks for strangers - not your mother. Big difference.
All is fine... dealt with a bout of dehydration. (really? she drinks lots of liquids)
If they say so, then I guess it's so. (I''m monitoring all water intake now) Since I'm flooding her with water, she's peeing loads more, which means she's now peeing in the bed, her pants and the floor. OK. Least she's not dehydrated right? (she drinks more water than I ever have)
Sent my son a text saying grandma didn't feel so well and the paramedics took her to the ER. He posted it on FB!!! Then comes the calls from oldest bro. 3 of them.. I sent a text asking him if everything was ok? He said that's what HE wants to know. All is as to be expected. 2 days later the SIL in Alaska calls ( no, I do not answer) so.... guess who asks to stop by? Yes, the oldest bro. Haven't seen him (or anyone) in months I said, of course stop by. He does. Seems so uncomfortable watching mom, helping her eat or even hold her hand! Grrrrr
When he left I thanked him and told him he's off the hook now, he can go report to the other a**holes.
When do I get a nap?
I need to pick up some side projects here and there to make up for all the work I've done on the house this year - my money tree is just about dead.
We are in a situation where my mom can get better if she puts in the work. She needs to get up and take walks amd get some sort of movement in her daily routine. So as for now I am going to try to be optimistic and think and hope that things are going to gey better if not i am going to have to quit my job and work for her.... (i do not want to go that)
~The optimist
Otherwise, using that theory of personal experience only.... then school teachers shouldn't teach unless they have had children of that age group.... that Pediatricians should be children's doctors unless they have had children themselves... nor should we comment about World War I and II unless we fought on the front lines ourselves.
My parents don't have dementia/Alzheimer's yet, but I have learned so much on these forums about said illness, it's like I was studying for finals on the subject. My boss's wife had Alzheimer's for many years, and he would daily tell me everything that was happens, sometimes too-much-information such as diapers, but I listened and learned. I heard everything about his paid Caregivers, about how his wife's children wouldn't come to help, etc... I didn't have to physically live in that household to understand what he was going through... I was his sounding board.
Ok, that's my 2-cents :P
Today, she spilled water on a bedside table with a glass top. She didn't tell me until at least a few hours later because, she said, she cleaned it up. AND I found out only because she came to supper without socks or shoes on. When I asked where they were, she said "In the hamper". Me: Why? Her: Because Me: Why? Her: Because they were dirty. Me: Why were they dirty, you wore them half a day Her: They were wet; Me: Wet? Why were they wet? Her: the water spilled. I told you. Me: Um, no you didn't.
So, I got into the bedroom and sure enough, 'the water spilled' and it's under the clock, the light, in between the glass and the wood, and the list goes on. My supper is getting cold, she's in there eating her supper.
I give up. I can't do this anymore!
Oh, one more thing. Her: I can't seem to get (fill in the blank) Dancing With the Stars. Always, always when I'm watching my own show, she wants me to find hers, which is just on a simple simple network channel.
Meanwhile, I get a call from the doctor telling me my mammogram showed something, so I need an ultrasound now. But my mom is me, me, me, me.
I'm tired! I vow to never do this to my children! Never.