Got to Mom's last night and she had taken all the Wal-Mart bags out of the can we keep them in (we reuse them) and put them on the floor. She proceeds to tell me that she wants them moved because the can they were in she wants for her diapers. She wanted to leave the room, and the mess that she made, and go get some ice cream. She is in a wheelchair so she cannot do that herself. In fact, there isn't much she can do herself except make a mess and then get on to whoever is there to "clean that up". I have to remind myself that she is slipping, and her dementia symptoms are getting progressively worse.
She can't help the condition she is in. I know that, but boy howdy is it hard to realize that the woman who was your scout leader, held parties every month for all their friends, made all your clothes and even your Barbie doll clothes, isn't there anymore. She is a shell of what she used to be. I think the main reason that I lose my patience with her is that I am so sad that she is this way. This is no way to live.