yesterday/last night/this morning = wow.
nothing major happened, it's simply go, go, gooooo! figuring out how to do things isn't too tough, but i never understood how tiring it can be. in my prior life, solving problems was a normal part of my day and i never got this tired. what's up with that?!
dad is very confused this morning. mom said he was up at 2am and chose to have a conversation with her right then and there. mom, not having slept up to that point, was already exhausted. although she didn't retell the story in her angry voice-- i know it upset her. she's been talking all morning about sleeping in her room again, getting a new bed, changing this, etc. it would appear she doesn't want a repeat performance!!
these days of confusion cause emotional pain for me. dad thinking because he ate 3 grapes, he's now full and doesn't want anything else. thankfully, ten minutes later when i brought out the breakfast i had made for him anyway, he had already forgotten "he was full" and ate the whole thing.
more confusion-- thinking he's dressed (his shorts are again his boxers), wondering if his perch (bed) was in the right place, hugging me and wishing me a happy birthday when we just discussed it's my brothers, wondering if he's in the right chair or if he's supposed to be in "the one over there." heartbreak.
mom wants to get to work today. she's getting along alright so i'm not fearful of dropping her off for a couple of hours. her "nesting" habits are a riot. everything must be on her person or within reach regardless of whether she needs those items or not. why does she have her car keys in her back pocket when she goes to bed at night? the answer, so she knows where they are. picture a 90# woman surrounded by everything she owns-- if she moves, it all must go with her! this isn't any different than it was 5 days ago-- the difference now is she has a personal assistant moving it all for her! i'm thinking we need to get a st. bernard-- load up mom and all the stuff mom needs and transport in one trip! when she makes it to her destination, the dog can sit, mom can slide down and drop all the stuff. hey- a girl can dream.
who's the sick one here?!
hubby and i are trying to get away early september for a long weekend. we've not intentionally neglected one another and do everything within our power to have couple time, but actually getting away from all this stuff is what has become necessary. although we notified our backup caregiver just over one month in advance, we cannot get this confirmed. tough spots require tough decisions. it'll be ok. time out for me-- time to regroup and think.
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