It is (was) 4:45 pm here in Texas and I am counting the minutes until bedtime. Today has been extremely busy. I have been on the move since I got up at 9:00 am this morning. The entire first part of the morning was devoted to Mama, her needs, her wants, her everything. It was possible because my almost 5 year old grandson was not here. He was at school.
I left at 1:00 pm to pick up my grandson from school and returned home about 3 pm. The cycle started all over again, bringing, fetching, carrying, feeding, medicating, and on and on. This time there are two of them. My grandson was born a preemie with several medical issues himself. Topping his list of issues is his 13+ allergies. If that is not enough, he has the serious and DEADLY PEANUT allergy.
I could go on, but I will stop here, for now. I just wish bedtime would hurry up and come. I am so tired I could sleep for three days straight. Is it bedtime yet?
What should I do first? Should I eat? Would a good hot shower first be better? What would YOU do as soon as the two of them go to bed? What sends you over the edge by the end of the day?
I MUST stay away from facebook!
What sends me over the edge is not being remembered; being considered to be the "enemy"~
He has the diagnose.
I am seeing no difference in us ~~
It is very peaceful. (today) Even if I am angry, may I be peacefully angry & it no longer is anger!
Showers~that's funny~I have no hot water~he has, I don't.
Eating food~is that like sex?? Sarcasm, gets me through sometimes, peacefully to myself.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ONE & ALL.
Whatever I do & where ever I walk, may it be peacefully happy, peacefully sad, peacefully the gift I am handed~Peacefully...................
I do encourage others to make sure they feed themselves well and often. I have made a point of having breakfast (fruit, cereal and a protein - usually pecans) within 30 minutes of getting up. I still can get mom her coffee and grits or toast or whatever. Having the breakfast with protein keeps me in a better mental place...I have missed very few days of this since I began on New Years. I also keep Kind Bars around. if things are too hectic...I can have one of those (they have fruits and carbs and protein - at least 5 grams) fairly easily. I am gluten free (mom is not) so often we have different food.
Take care of your self!
Mom's shower day was today, 4 days late, but I was too busy this week to fight that battle and she was not feeling well for a couple of days, so I let it slide. But with the funeral today and her Valentine's surprise coming this morning, a shower was a must. So she was up, showered and dressed by 8am.
Today IS the next shower day for mom... now I don't wanna do it!!
I had a meltdown on day when my sig other was placing new groceries into the pantry.... instead of placing the new can goods behind the previously bought can goods [like soup], he was placing the cans in front.... I tried to explain that the new stuff goes in back so you use up the older stuff before it expired. He looked at me like my hair was on fire, then the sniping back and forth began.
Having to go through the mail 6 days out of 7. It's not a big deal in the scheme of things, but most of it is donation solicitations and catalogs for my mother. I've been working like crazy to get her off these lists, and they just keep coming. I have to handle it every day, because if I don't, I'll have a mountain of mail in a few days.
I also have to go through all her magzines and remove every subscription card, because she'll re-subscribe and "gift" people with subscriptions.
I know it's not major, but at the end of a long day, it's one of my least favorite things to do.
1) sucking the food from teeth ( she
declines the offer of a flosser or
toothpicks)
2) constant throat clearing ( oh no she doesn't want water)
3) food spitting when talking when eating then having the lingering piece of food hanging on the lip.
4) and also the never fail cough without
covering your mouth, especially at dinner.
5) watching television show she narrates non stop from the characters to whats going to happen. We know she has seen it
a hundred times and so have we but nothing else is on the other 250 channels..lol
I know these mannerisms don't just bug me but my hubby also. He says I cannot eat with mom it ruins my appetite and my meal. For the tv issue its a no win either, mom has a death grip on the remote..lol
I knew that we were not alone, so thanks for sharing.
Sundowner’s Syndrome is the name given to an ailment that causes symptoms of confusion after “sundown.” These symptoms appear in people who suffer from Alzheimer’s Disease or other forms of dementia. Not all patients who suffer from dementia or Alzheimer’s exhibit Sundowner’s symptoms, however. Conversely, some people exhibit symptoms of dementia all day which grow worse in the late afternoon and evening, while others may exhibit no symptoms at all until the sun goes down.
Mama wants everything I have so much, I lie when she asks about it.
fuzzywuzzy... does your mom show any signs of sundowning? Gads how I'd love 4:00 p.m. to roll around and she sat still.
Susan... I have to clip her toenails tomorrow. That's right up there with the sucking/smacking sound.
Mom has this uncanny ability to wake up and need something just when I've settled down to work on something (I work from home) - so that disrupts the flow of my work. If I make myself a bite to eat, thinking I can have a single meal, no matter how small it is, to myself, without having to jump up and get something for her....ha! Nope. She'll wake up and want to know what I'm eating and want some too. Even if she's not hungry. She just wants what I've got.
After she eats, the incessant sucking of food out of her teeth begins. That's usually the last straw for me. I put on my headphones and block things out for a while. I can still see her and see that she's ok, but I can't hear the food-sucking noises anymore.
ha, I have mastered the 2 minute shower and have gained such an acute sense of hearing (listening for mom during the night as she either fell or is talking to her imaginary friend non stop) I can hear the garbage trucks 2 blocks away... thus I run it frantically out and haul the cans to the curb. Another 38 seconds of my life gone yet more stressful than doing my taxes.