I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
There are also very comfortable ear*plugs* on the market, of course… ;)
I know you had to really be beside yourself to yell Shut up at her. I understand. I've gotten to that point a couple of times, too. I try to forgive myself, knowing I'm just human. It also helps me to get on here and talk about all the stuff I go through. cwillie, I am glad that you talked about this. Many of us know how you're feeling.
It is so frustrating to watch them decline and so little
we can do. And mine never listen even when there is
something I can do.
one of the most difficult times in your life -- reading helps . thats my point ..
When my mother could no longer use the computer for her solitaire games, or work her crossword or jigsaw puzzles and read her books then music became even more important. To change it up a bit I found and played songs that she didn't have in her library but that she grew up on. It helped her since she had more memory of her younger years. It was not easy to watch since she used to keep busy with her puzzles, books and watching baseball games. {{{cwillie}}}
it really helps the carer to put themselves in the elders position , as youve demonstrated . my mother was frustrated that she was going to die and someone ( way ) less deserving was going to have her house for nothing . one day she walked out front and started throwing tools out into the driveway as far as she could . i never interrupted her but when she was done i helped her back into the house safely . i knew she was frustrated and knew why . i would be too .
most people who own a home have sacrificed all else to get and pay for it . the turds who ended up with her home havent worked a total of 5 years in the last 45 . it was so unjust that i could have thrown some tools with her .
Why Topo Gigio?
I grew up LOVING Topo Gigio, yes I watched in México in Spanish. He wore a cute white and red horizontal stripes shirt. I begged mom for one, and I got it!
Hahaha, wore it to school and.... the kids started calling me Topo Gigio.
One day, my mom arrived at the school to pick me up (third grade), and the kids said: "Look, here comes Topo Gigio's MOM! Haha. I'm glad this is an anonymous posting, because I have never ever told anyone else!
Thanks for the laugh,
M88
I've been spending so many days now handling house repair projects that have been put off for years now. When I first came here, I put things off because I didn't realize how long I was going to be here. I've had workers do small things as they had to be done, but it is time to handle a major reconstruction. I was feeling really ragged this morning. To add to it, the rabbit is acting sick. I had to tell myself that it is all not so serious and to just set things up, then go on with life.
Life is not such fun anymore. It's like one dread on top of another. It helped when I did something this morning, though. I went in the living room and there set my mother in the dark, looking miserable like she has for 6.5+ years now. I said she needed to get up and start living again. She said she wouldn't care if she died. I told her she had been dying every day all day long for 10 years now. She needed to spend her days living, and not dying. I think that is good advice for us all.
I need to spend my days living and not dreading. Life is given to enjoy, not to dread.
I suppose it's some help to know for sure they were discarded and not stolen, and I'm certain of that.
Sorry about your sick rabbit, Jessebelle. What are the symptoms of a sick rabbit?
Anothe rant: yesterday, after making sure that the Old Man had everything needed, including water, juice, dinner prepared, and ready in the fridge on a plate, cold chicken, potato salad, Cole slaw, everything he had asked for, as we were going out for a couple of hours to play cards at my sisters house, only 2 miles away, it was 6pm. As I was leaving the house, I asked him if there was anything else he thought he might need, and told him to be very careful, and to carry his cell phone in his pocket should he fall or need us for any reason. His response was "are we going to be home by 7:30pm" (his bedtime)? Umm, No, as we are going to be playing cards for awhile, but that I would lock the front door, and that he should just go to bed as usual. I guess that I walked right into it, but I said, Are you going to be alright? And his reply was "I suppose I'll have to be, won't I?" Why doe he always have to make us feel guilty, if we step out once and awhile? He never lets us feel like we should be able to do anything on our own, or leave the house together, without making some "poor me" comment! However when we are home, and having normal conversation, he says he has no problems being home on his own, it's always right as we are leaving, that he thinks of last minute things he Needs, just to hold us up, or make us feel bad, and its usually Me, as hubby is out warming up the car, and he thinks of ways to hold me up, and he has known for an hour or more that we are leaving, but waits until the last minute to ask for something, usually something dumb, like calling in a prescription or reading a piece of mail, or getting him something from the kitchen! Grrrrr!