I remember a few years back, a co-worker of mine - turned stay at home mom - who had three children under the age of 5, stating that she missed having adult conversation. Strangely, I can relate.
"Talking" to my Dad was never a picnic. Even when I was younger and would try to talk to him or seek advice, the conversation would miraculously turn to him and normally a B**CH fest about what was wrong with his life, but at least he could FOLLOW a conversation.
I dread my phone calls / visits with him sometimes because it's like talking to a brick wall. Not only do I have to scream because he's hard of hearing and refuses help, but everything is just... off. He can't follow a conversation. He's irrational. He connects things that make no sense at all... and I'm just NOT cut out for the diplomacy that's needed to exhibit long-term patience with someone in that state of mind.
It's frustrating and depressing. I'll try to "go along" with whatever irrational BS he's spouting, but after a while it just gets exhausting. He didn't raise me to coddle or encourage less-than behavior (seriously... a dumb answer could land me a backhand), so it's hard for me to break 40 years of programming.
I dunno... This is so frustrating. I know I'm always complaining, but SHEESH!!!! Poor guy and poor me!!!! I guess I am my father's daughter. Grouchy pants today...