Does anyone else have this problem? Mom has stage 2 dementia. She will harp on the same subject for literally hours until the actual thing she is harping about finally gets done becuz I can not tolerate hearing her whine about it anymore. Is this part of the Dementia sickness? She has me going from one room to the next asking for eyeglasses, toothpicks, backscratcher, heating pad. endless cups of water and coffee, change her perspired nightgown every 4 hours, get her poise pads for her, serve her three meals a day and then makes terrible faces like the food is too disgusting to eat. She is soooooo hard to get along with. She does not want anyone coming to the house, for example, a senior bus to transport her to the mall, etc.,. I finally told her that I can not and will not be her entertainment and maid all day long until she goes to bed. I finally filled out an application with the city to have some one come in and help me several hours a day. It is called respite care and is very inexpensive. They will remind the patient to take her medicine although they are not allowed to touch or give the medicine to her....they will cook a light meal if needed, light housework, and provide much needed companionship. I have told her about this, because I am going back to work part time evenings in the Spring and like it or not, she will have to allow this person whose credentials are checked out completely by the city. I am also going to go to a gym very early mornings couple days a week and may be able to do this while she is sleeping. I will not give up my life because I am obligated by my family to take care of my mother 24/7. No one else will help me and my brother changed his email address and phone number so I can't reach him....why in the world anyway would I want to talk to him....he made it clear from the start he and his wife want nothing to do with the care of my mother. Leaves me with all financial decisions, deciding when the time comes, where to place her, and all of the other ugly and sad decisions I will be making when that time should come. Meanwhile, I try to do some things for myself, take a short drive, buy a cup of Starbucks coffee, go to early Mass on Sundays and am looking forward to the person who will be chosen to help us. I hope you are not facing all of the caregiving responsibilities alone? If so, may God give you his special graces each day, every step of the way, to help you keep going. God bless you wonderful friends.