This entry was started back in August 2011. I saved it to draft and forgot about it. So I finished it today and posted.
It is so nice to write a few happy thoughts for a change.
My mother has an old DeRidder friend that she has kept up with for the many years she has been gone from DeRidder. Bridgit Gates and mom were always seen together running around town, having coffee together, doing after school stuff with their kids. Bridgit's children and mom's younger children were friends in school and at church, so the two moms came together also. Their friendship has survived for many years.
Yesterday, I was reading my email early in the morning and there was one from Bridgit. She said that she had an opportunity to come to Baton Rouge with her daughter and she wanted to try to get to see mom while she was here. They had obligations but wanted to make time for a quick visit. As it turned out, she was able to visit with mom for over an hour.
I arrived at the Care Center and found mom sleeping, so I got her up, brushed her hair, straightened her dress and told her she was going to have a surprise visitor. When Bridgit arrived, mom was so happy to see her dear old friend. She kept saying "I never thought I would ever see you again in this lifetime." Of course her surprise led to tears of joy (I hope) and then she settled down for a sweet visit.
Hearing and the understanding of what she hears is always a problem, but she was able to follow along fairly well, and Bridgit was very careful with her responses to mom. All in all, the two friends enjoyed seeing each other. Mom has several memories she has shared with me over the years, and Bridgit kept saying " I don't remember that!"
Thank you Bridgit for taking the time to visit Mom. Her memory of that visit is strong. She spoke of it for several days after the fact. I can imagine your trip home - thinking about how mom looks and how her conversation skills have deteriorated. The past few years have really played havoc with her physical being as well as her mental well being. It's really a shock to see for the first time.
Please come back for another visit when you can. Mom enjoys the cards you send her. Keeps her attached to her friend.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Current Happenings
Well, Mom has been in the Care Center since July. Can I say she has accepted her situation? Not really. She has good days and we have good visits without fussing and crying.On her bad days I spend the time consoling her about her situation and end up leaving her in tears and I go home and cry. We both are miserable. What can I say...
My mind understands the need for her to be in full-time care, but my heart wants her here. I find myself dreading my visits with her and I hate the thought that I have those feeling. My whole being is tired and I still have to push myself to get things done.
My real help is Melissa. Since she is at home, I rely on her to visit her grandmother at least once a week for me. She brings clean clothes and picks up the dirty ones and usually visits for an hour or so. Mom seems to enjoy her visits, Melissa sees her grandmother, and I am able to take care of things at home with the assurance that Mom is being cared for. A win-win situation for us all. Thanks Melissa.
Melissa visited the day after Mike and Laurie visited and Mom was in a good mood. She had all good things to say about her visits with her other children and was glad to see Melissa. I guess it means the other kids need to make a real effort to visit, regardless of how tired or busy they are.
After a particularly bad visit last week, I left the Care Center in a bad mood. I had noticed the other family members had not been there is a while and I sent out text messages while in that bad mood. I guess I "fussed" loud enough that got results in them visiting Mom, and me getting "sorry" flowers from Mike... Loved the flowers, but loved their visiting their mom much better...
I am not leaving out the other family members. I encourage my other kids and grandkids to visit. All family members need to make an effort to visit her. If that happened, she would have a visitor every day. She wouldn't feel abandoned, and the Care Center would stay on their toes, so to speak, in their daily care for her, knowing family members would be watching...
She is not the mom we knew, but she is the mom we have and if we don't want to have regrets in the future, visiting her is the answer.
I don't know who I am writing this for. I don't know who reads this blog. But I feel better putting my thoughts down on paper.
My mind understands the need for her to be in full-time care, but my heart wants her here. I find myself dreading my visits with her and I hate the thought that I have those feeling. My whole being is tired and I still have to push myself to get things done.
My real help is Melissa. Since she is at home, I rely on her to visit her grandmother at least once a week for me. She brings clean clothes and picks up the dirty ones and usually visits for an hour or so. Mom seems to enjoy her visits, Melissa sees her grandmother, and I am able to take care of things at home with the assurance that Mom is being cared for. A win-win situation for us all. Thanks Melissa.
Melissa visited the day after Mike and Laurie visited and Mom was in a good mood. She had all good things to say about her visits with her other children and was glad to see Melissa. I guess it means the other kids need to make a real effort to visit, regardless of how tired or busy they are.
After a particularly bad visit last week, I left the Care Center in a bad mood. I had noticed the other family members had not been there is a while and I sent out text messages while in that bad mood. I guess I "fussed" loud enough that got results in them visiting Mom, and me getting "sorry" flowers from Mike... Loved the flowers, but loved their visiting their mom much better...
I am not leaving out the other family members. I encourage my other kids and grandkids to visit. All family members need to make an effort to visit her. If that happened, she would have a visitor every day. She wouldn't feel abandoned, and the Care Center would stay on their toes, so to speak, in their daily care for her, knowing family members would be watching...
She is not the mom we knew, but she is the mom we have and if we don't want to have regrets in the future, visiting her is the answer.
I don't know who I am writing this for. I don't know who reads this blog. But I feel better putting my thoughts down on paper.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Apr/May/June/July 2011
It has been several months since I have been able to add any news due to several happenings. Here is my story of woe!
Shortly after the last installment, I was careless while on the back patio and managed to trip and fall flat on my face. With arms outstretched to try to catch myself, I was in the perfect position to shatter my humerus in my shoulder joint. A quick trip to the emergency room and $3,000 dollars later, I was told I had broken my arm and it would need surgery to fix it.
Very long story, short, surgery came eleven days later. Recovery is still taking place and I am slowly, slowly getting my arm to be useful if not back to normal.
How does this impact my home life and Mom? Well, as Mom declines in health and her physical needs increase, I have been "running" double time to keep up with her needs and my needs. And I have finally admitted I have lost that race.
Although I have great help from Harry and the girls, they are not the ones to care for Mom. Having only one usable arm, it is not possible to do all the things she needs. So with that in mind, I had to make the hard decision of letting her move into the care of professional caregivers. A nursing home! The one place I had hoped she would never have to see!
Mike, Laurie and Harry supported me in this decision and in the carrying out of it. The family around the US also supported the decision and sent their prayers to ease my mind. It was not an easy move to make and Mom is still having trouble understanding it. She wants to come home (where ever that it).
She has been in the Care Center since July 6, 2011 and she is still not adjusting too good. The staff there are very supportive and reassure us that although it will take time, she will come to enjoy it there. She is in a single room, so it's like a little apartment for her. She can come and go around the place but chooses to stay in her room most days.
The staff will get her up and going to the cafeteria for breakfast and lunch, but most days she eats dinner in her room. I keep telling her she is not in a hospital and she needs to think of the place as home. She has selective hearing!!!
A typical visit starts with a smile of greeting and a few minutes of good talk. Then, she starts to cry and ask to be taken home. She agrees the people there are kind, but she just wants to get out. When I try to make her admit to her weaknesses, she decides she is tired and wants to go to bed. So, she lays down, and dozes. Then within a few minutes, I can wake her for a goodbye kiss. She smiles and says bye. I leave.
I was told she was playing bingo and enjoying it, but when Lisa went to visit and found her playing, within minutes Mom was weepy and feeling bad and wanted to go to her room. So Lisa took her to her room. Melissa had just arrived for a visit and Lisa and Melissa talked while Mom slept! Mom remembers Lisa's visit, but does not remember Melissa's visit. What??
I sat with Mom one day out in a gathering room. A gentleman rolled up and started talking to us. He was able to carry on a conversation and talked about himself and his life. Mom sat like a lump and did not lift her head to enter into the conversation. It was a good conversation and she should have had lots to add to it. When I got her back to her room, I asked why she did not talk. She said she was listening...
I told Mom I could not be happy for her. She would have to find her happiness. If she refuses to enter in to the activities of the Care Center, then I guess she will be one unhappy old lady. No response to that comment...
On July 15, Aunt Vicki passed away after several months in a nursing home. She had major health issues and after suffering for a while, the Lord showed mercy and released her from this life. She was ready to go. I was able to visit with her twice over the last few weeks of her life, and she said she wanted to die. So, she did.
I have not told Mom about her sister dieing. They were twins and I am afraid she would spiral down health wise and mentally if told. So unless she outright asks me about her sister, I will let the information rest. I guess I will find out if that decision will come back and bite me on the butt, ha ha.
I could complain for several more paragraphs, but I will stop for now...
Shortly after the last installment, I was careless while on the back patio and managed to trip and fall flat on my face. With arms outstretched to try to catch myself, I was in the perfect position to shatter my humerus in my shoulder joint. A quick trip to the emergency room and $3,000 dollars later, I was told I had broken my arm and it would need surgery to fix it.
Very long story, short, surgery came eleven days later. Recovery is still taking place and I am slowly, slowly getting my arm to be useful if not back to normal.
How does this impact my home life and Mom? Well, as Mom declines in health and her physical needs increase, I have been "running" double time to keep up with her needs and my needs. And I have finally admitted I have lost that race.
Although I have great help from Harry and the girls, they are not the ones to care for Mom. Having only one usable arm, it is not possible to do all the things she needs. So with that in mind, I had to make the hard decision of letting her move into the care of professional caregivers. A nursing home! The one place I had hoped she would never have to see!
Mike, Laurie and Harry supported me in this decision and in the carrying out of it. The family around the US also supported the decision and sent their prayers to ease my mind. It was not an easy move to make and Mom is still having trouble understanding it. She wants to come home (where ever that it).
She has been in the Care Center since July 6, 2011 and she is still not adjusting too good. The staff there are very supportive and reassure us that although it will take time, she will come to enjoy it there. She is in a single room, so it's like a little apartment for her. She can come and go around the place but chooses to stay in her room most days.
The staff will get her up and going to the cafeteria for breakfast and lunch, but most days she eats dinner in her room. I keep telling her she is not in a hospital and she needs to think of the place as home. She has selective hearing!!!
A typical visit starts with a smile of greeting and a few minutes of good talk. Then, she starts to cry and ask to be taken home. She agrees the people there are kind, but she just wants to get out. When I try to make her admit to her weaknesses, she decides she is tired and wants to go to bed. So, she lays down, and dozes. Then within a few minutes, I can wake her for a goodbye kiss. She smiles and says bye. I leave.
I was told she was playing bingo and enjoying it, but when Lisa went to visit and found her playing, within minutes Mom was weepy and feeling bad and wanted to go to her room. So Lisa took her to her room. Melissa had just arrived for a visit and Lisa and Melissa talked while Mom slept! Mom remembers Lisa's visit, but does not remember Melissa's visit. What??
I sat with Mom one day out in a gathering room. A gentleman rolled up and started talking to us. He was able to carry on a conversation and talked about himself and his life. Mom sat like a lump and did not lift her head to enter into the conversation. It was a good conversation and she should have had lots to add to it. When I got her back to her room, I asked why she did not talk. She said she was listening...
I told Mom I could not be happy for her. She would have to find her happiness. If she refuses to enter in to the activities of the Care Center, then I guess she will be one unhappy old lady. No response to that comment...
On July 15, Aunt Vicki passed away after several months in a nursing home. She had major health issues and after suffering for a while, the Lord showed mercy and released her from this life. She was ready to go. I was able to visit with her twice over the last few weeks of her life, and she said she wanted to die. So, she did.
I have not told Mom about her sister dieing. They were twins and I am afraid she would spiral down health wise and mentally if told. So unless she outright asks me about her sister, I will let the information rest. I guess I will find out if that decision will come back and bite me on the butt, ha ha.
I could complain for several more paragraphs, but I will stop for now...
Saturday, March 19, 2011
February/March News
The month of February got away from me due to the fact we were all sick in one form or the other. Harry started with a bad cough that had a few more ailments added over a week or so and lasted about ten days. I was three days behind him and followed his progression through my sickness just as he did. Mom was a few days behind me, and Melissa a few days behind Mom. We were a mess around here!
With nurses coming twice a week, I was able to keep a good watch on Mom. I would make sure the nurse checked Mom's breathing and heart, and kept her informed of Mom's ailments. Really, we all had major head colds/sinusitis...there was never any fever, no vomiting, and the only other complaint came because we were eating a lot of soups...little to process through the body! Get it? Anyway, after several weeks, we started to get back to normal.
Of course, I had to be the difficult one. I got up one morning, and the room was spinning out of control!! I have had vertigo before and recognized the symptoms, so I was not too concerned except I was part of the driving crew for the house. That stopped me cold. After several days of no relief, I broke down and went to an ENT doctor. After a good checkup, he agreed it was vertigo, gave me some motion sickness pills and told me it could take up to eight weeks to feel better. So far, the dizziness mostly happens during the night, but some mornings it's bad enough to keep me still...I get out of a lot of stuff...but it is no fun. If I move too much, I feel as if I will throw up...who wants that!
OK, enough about me...
As most of the family knows, we received a call the other day from N.O. and the cousins told us that Aunt Vicki had taken a fall and was in the hospital... Long story short...there are a lot of things wrong with Vicki that she has kept secret from her family. She will not allow any tests to be made, any diagnosis to be made. Therefore, no one really knows the condition of her body. She is very weak, there is a mass in her chest and the doctors take educated guesses that it is cancer and she will die fairly soon. Therefore, since she will not let the hospital attempt to "cure" her, she has been transferred to a hospice house. She is so weak, they feel she will never be able to get up on her own again, so she will not be able to return to her home. If she is getting better and not dieing within the next few weeks, she will be transferred to a nursing home for long term care. This is something she was adamant about not having to live through and maybe that is why she has kept so much from her kids...fear of being put in a home. Unfortunately, this is a part of our getting old...
How is all of this affecting Mom? Well, let me tell you.... I started out by telling her what happened to Vicki, why she was in the hospital, what the kids were saying, how she was going to be unable to live alone, etc. etc. I wanted Mom to know, so I did my best to give her information without a lot of details with doom and gloom, but truth. Anyway, she started crying for "my sister, my sister" and didn't stop for several days. She would wake up crying, she went to sleep crying, she started crying sitting in her chair, at the table, watching tv,... ALL THE TIME!!!
Just let me say, before the news about Vicki, Mom was crying any way. She cries for her home, her friends, herself, daddy...so this just added Vicki to the mix.
I finally asked her if I was ever going to see her smile again. I told her she had been crying so long she was making herself sick, and I said I guessed she would never find joy in her living again. That stopped her for a minute... I said it looked as if she had Vicki dead and buried before she was anywhere near that state. The crying has slowed down some...
Daily she asks if there is news from Vicki. I have decided to keep it very simple and say "she is holding her own.." Mom knows she is in a nursing home, but not hospice. I asked if she wanted to make a trip to visit her sister, but mom said no. She didn't think she would travel well. So... we will try to call Vicki for a talk in a few days as she recovers from her fall.
Once again, I have to adjust my understanding of what she can understand. I dread having to tell her any bad news. Maybe I won't tell her anything bad ever again! How would she know any different?
With nurses coming twice a week, I was able to keep a good watch on Mom. I would make sure the nurse checked Mom's breathing and heart, and kept her informed of Mom's ailments. Really, we all had major head colds/sinusitis...there was never any fever, no vomiting, and the only other complaint came because we were eating a lot of soups...little to process through the body! Get it? Anyway, after several weeks, we started to get back to normal.
Of course, I had to be the difficult one. I got up one morning, and the room was spinning out of control!! I have had vertigo before and recognized the symptoms, so I was not too concerned except I was part of the driving crew for the house. That stopped me cold. After several days of no relief, I broke down and went to an ENT doctor. After a good checkup, he agreed it was vertigo, gave me some motion sickness pills and told me it could take up to eight weeks to feel better. So far, the dizziness mostly happens during the night, but some mornings it's bad enough to keep me still...I get out of a lot of stuff...but it is no fun. If I move too much, I feel as if I will throw up...who wants that!
OK, enough about me...
As most of the family knows, we received a call the other day from N.O. and the cousins told us that Aunt Vicki had taken a fall and was in the hospital... Long story short...there are a lot of things wrong with Vicki that she has kept secret from her family. She will not allow any tests to be made, any diagnosis to be made. Therefore, no one really knows the condition of her body. She is very weak, there is a mass in her chest and the doctors take educated guesses that it is cancer and she will die fairly soon. Therefore, since she will not let the hospital attempt to "cure" her, she has been transferred to a hospice house. She is so weak, they feel she will never be able to get up on her own again, so she will not be able to return to her home. If she is getting better and not dieing within the next few weeks, she will be transferred to a nursing home for long term care. This is something she was adamant about not having to live through and maybe that is why she has kept so much from her kids...fear of being put in a home. Unfortunately, this is a part of our getting old...
How is all of this affecting Mom? Well, let me tell you.... I started out by telling her what happened to Vicki, why she was in the hospital, what the kids were saying, how she was going to be unable to live alone, etc. etc. I wanted Mom to know, so I did my best to give her information without a lot of details with doom and gloom, but truth. Anyway, she started crying for "my sister, my sister" and didn't stop for several days. She would wake up crying, she went to sleep crying, she started crying sitting in her chair, at the table, watching tv,... ALL THE TIME!!!
Just let me say, before the news about Vicki, Mom was crying any way. She cries for her home, her friends, herself, daddy...so this just added Vicki to the mix.
I finally asked her if I was ever going to see her smile again. I told her she had been crying so long she was making herself sick, and I said I guessed she would never find joy in her living again. That stopped her for a minute... I said it looked as if she had Vicki dead and buried before she was anywhere near that state. The crying has slowed down some...
Daily she asks if there is news from Vicki. I have decided to keep it very simple and say "she is holding her own.." Mom knows she is in a nursing home, but not hospice. I asked if she wanted to make a trip to visit her sister, but mom said no. She didn't think she would travel well. So... we will try to call Vicki for a talk in a few days as she recovers from her fall.
Once again, I have to adjust my understanding of what she can understand. I dread having to tell her any bad news. Maybe I won't tell her anything bad ever again! How would she know any different?
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Welcome to 2011
WARNING: This post is extra long and mostly for me to put my thoughts down. Read at your own risk...
We ended 2010 with a whisper. It was quiet until the neighborhood opened up with firecrackers, or was all the noise guns going off? ha ha
And now, I looked up and realized the month of January was at an end. Where did it go? Time sure does go by fast when all we do is the same thing day after day. It should drag, but not for me...I guess that is a good thing or maybe I would be bored, antsy, etc. Maybe it's the age thing because I don't have any problem with our stay-at-home days.
It's not as if I get to sleep late, laze around on the sofa eating bonbons and watching love stories all day! No, my day starts at 6:30am when the alarm goes off. Of course there are days when Stephanie's alarm wakes me up and forces me to get up and go into the other room and wake her up at 5:30 in the morning...
Any way, I dress Kara in the mornings, make her breakfast, fix her lunch for later at school, and a lot of days I am driving her to school. Then I can relax and it's only 8:30 am.
Around 9 am, I am fixing breakfast for Harry and Mom and me, and it usually consists of home made biscuits, eggs, and sausage two times a week, toast another day, cereal another day, and if I wait long enough, say till around 11 am, I can get away with brunch! That doesn't happen often so I then deal with lunch around 1pm. Lucky for me, there is usually leftovers from past dinners, so I just have to heat things up, put on plates, and eat.
In between breakfast and lunch, there are beds to be made, chamber pots to be cleaned and bathrooms to straighten up. Harry will do laundry and dishes and that's a big help. I also can count on him to do any errands that need to be done. I do believe he enjoys getting away...
Around 2:30pm, Harry leaves to pick up Kara from school and I enjoy a moment of silence knowing that as soon as our little one bursts through the front door, all thought of peace and quiet will be let out the same door.
Afternoon snacks are next on the agenda for Kara and GG, Harry takes a nap on the sofa, and I start dinner and prepare for Kara's homework to get done. Then we do homework and finish dinner prep.
Melissa or Stephanie will wash dishes on occasion and Stephanie will do for Kara in the evenings, but both Harry and I are wanted by Kara to sit with, watch tv with, read with, lay with, etc.
So I find myself reading late night after everyone else is sleeping. This is after Harry turns the tv off at midnight...I shut down around 2am, and set my alarm...5:30 comes early!!!
Oh, I forgot to add in the nurse and aide visits every other day and the occasional doctor visits.
See, busy, busy busy!! What's to be bored with? I fit good in this rut. The funny thing is when Mom is talking to one of her friends and she tells them I am on the computer most of the day!!! I admit I get online to check mail, pay bills, play a game or two. But...not all day!!! Really, if I am not sitting in my spot on the sofa to her left when she opens her eyes, then I am in trouble! I just have to laugh...
Yes, I would like to have the freedom on occasion to get out during the day with no agenda. Just start driving with Harry and enjoy the day. I never took that sea cruise that family and friends so lovingly funded, and I don't see one any time soon...oh well...
We had a new great grandchild born in December. Alex is a daddy to a boy. And Heather had her baby boy just a few weeks ago. The family is enlarging but not according to marriage first...what a tangled web we have here. But babies are well and all the others are growing fine, so we are blessed.
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Today is Feb. 1. I was stopped in the middle of typing and forgot to get back on until now...
Let's see... I'm sick and I have been sleeping on the sofa for most of the morning after I did my morning duties...
Here's a funny tidibit. Mom woke up around 3am this morning and I heard her talking to herself and she was saying how thirsty she was. Not knowing if she could find her water, I went in there. She had already taken a drink, but she said she was so hungry and wanted to know if she could have a "crusty piece of bread". Oh thank you Mother, now it sounds like I keep you in prison food...bread and water! I went into the kitchen and got her a cookie and a Boost and she responded to those as if I was giving her a royal meal...again thanks mom...
Another funny tidbit...The other evening we were watching tv and she was messing with her hearing aids. She turned to me and asked me if she was supposed to take them out during the day and only wear them at night while she sleeps...huh??? She was serious about the question and was not happy with herself when I told her she had it backwards..funny? Maybe not.
She is telling me a story right now...about how watching a show with Phil on trip up north, the actress pulled her shirt over her head and she was naked and Phil got upset that his mom was watching that with him...did that happen Phil? I asked mom a question about it and she got mad at me for questioning her so I just let her ramble....
We had visitors from Alexandria a few weeks ago and ever since she has been doing a lot of crying and when she is in a conversation she talks as if she currently lives in Alexandria and will soon go back. As much as she enjoyed seeing her friends it puts her in a mood of sorrow...
It seems like we are all going through these types of days with family members or in-laws; watching them age and not being able to stop the time for them. I guess that is part of our aging also. .
Kara is on her way home from school so I will stop for now. Bye for now.
We ended 2010 with a whisper. It was quiet until the neighborhood opened up with firecrackers, or was all the noise guns going off? ha ha
And now, I looked up and realized the month of January was at an end. Where did it go? Time sure does go by fast when all we do is the same thing day after day. It should drag, but not for me...I guess that is a good thing or maybe I would be bored, antsy, etc. Maybe it's the age thing because I don't have any problem with our stay-at-home days.
It's not as if I get to sleep late, laze around on the sofa eating bonbons and watching love stories all day! No, my day starts at 6:30am when the alarm goes off. Of course there are days when Stephanie's alarm wakes me up and forces me to get up and go into the other room and wake her up at 5:30 in the morning...
Any way, I dress Kara in the mornings, make her breakfast, fix her lunch for later at school, and a lot of days I am driving her to school. Then I can relax and it's only 8:30 am.
Around 9 am, I am fixing breakfast for Harry and Mom and me, and it usually consists of home made biscuits, eggs, and sausage two times a week, toast another day, cereal another day, and if I wait long enough, say till around 11 am, I can get away with brunch! That doesn't happen often so I then deal with lunch around 1pm. Lucky for me, there is usually leftovers from past dinners, so I just have to heat things up, put on plates, and eat.
In between breakfast and lunch, there are beds to be made, chamber pots to be cleaned and bathrooms to straighten up. Harry will do laundry and dishes and that's a big help. I also can count on him to do any errands that need to be done. I do believe he enjoys getting away...
Around 2:30pm, Harry leaves to pick up Kara from school and I enjoy a moment of silence knowing that as soon as our little one bursts through the front door, all thought of peace and quiet will be let out the same door.
Afternoon snacks are next on the agenda for Kara and GG, Harry takes a nap on the sofa, and I start dinner and prepare for Kara's homework to get done. Then we do homework and finish dinner prep.
Melissa or Stephanie will wash dishes on occasion and Stephanie will do for Kara in the evenings, but both Harry and I are wanted by Kara to sit with, watch tv with, read with, lay with, etc.
So I find myself reading late night after everyone else is sleeping. This is after Harry turns the tv off at midnight...I shut down around 2am, and set my alarm...5:30 comes early!!!
Oh, I forgot to add in the nurse and aide visits every other day and the occasional doctor visits.
See, busy, busy busy!! What's to be bored with? I fit good in this rut. The funny thing is when Mom is talking to one of her friends and she tells them I am on the computer most of the day!!! I admit I get online to check mail, pay bills, play a game or two. But...not all day!!! Really, if I am not sitting in my spot on the sofa to her left when she opens her eyes, then I am in trouble! I just have to laugh...
Yes, I would like to have the freedom on occasion to get out during the day with no agenda. Just start driving with Harry and enjoy the day. I never took that sea cruise that family and friends so lovingly funded, and I don't see one any time soon...oh well...
We had a new great grandchild born in December. Alex is a daddy to a boy. And Heather had her baby boy just a few weeks ago. The family is enlarging but not according to marriage first...what a tangled web we have here. But babies are well and all the others are growing fine, so we are blessed.
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Today is Feb. 1. I was stopped in the middle of typing and forgot to get back on until now...
Let's see... I'm sick and I have been sleeping on the sofa for most of the morning after I did my morning duties...
Here's a funny tidibit. Mom woke up around 3am this morning and I heard her talking to herself and she was saying how thirsty she was. Not knowing if she could find her water, I went in there. She had already taken a drink, but she said she was so hungry and wanted to know if she could have a "crusty piece of bread". Oh thank you Mother, now it sounds like I keep you in prison food...bread and water! I went into the kitchen and got her a cookie and a Boost and she responded to those as if I was giving her a royal meal...again thanks mom...
Another funny tidbit...The other evening we were watching tv and she was messing with her hearing aids. She turned to me and asked me if she was supposed to take them out during the day and only wear them at night while she sleeps...huh??? She was serious about the question and was not happy with herself when I told her she had it backwards..funny? Maybe not.
She is telling me a story right now...about how watching a show with Phil on trip up north, the actress pulled her shirt over her head and she was naked and Phil got upset that his mom was watching that with him...did that happen Phil? I asked mom a question about it and she got mad at me for questioning her so I just let her ramble....
We had visitors from Alexandria a few weeks ago and ever since she has been doing a lot of crying and when she is in a conversation she talks as if she currently lives in Alexandria and will soon go back. As much as she enjoyed seeing her friends it puts her in a mood of sorrow...
It seems like we are all going through these types of days with family members or in-laws; watching them age and not being able to stop the time for them. I guess that is part of our aging also. .
Kara is on her way home from school so I will stop for now. Bye for now.
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