Never enough

I try so hard to make my mother's life good. She resides in the master bedroom. I cook her awesome meals. I clean, shop, everything. She has the kitchen totally arranged to meet her needs; microwave on the table along with 2 small bottle of water, banana bowl, medications, individual coffee mates, sugar and dried fruit, as well as her high intensity lamp. I don't sit in the kitchen. I would like to but I can't, the wheel chair is not my idea of a kitchen seat.

Recently her difficulty at getting up from the wheel chair had led to many complaints about the floor being too slippery. She can't ever admit to the fact that she is weak, that she wears inappropriate footwear. So after some heavy thinking I came up with the idea of using the spray adhesive to glue patches of inner tube to the front soles of her slippers ( remember this one style of slippers is all she will wear). She wore them right away but did not really give me any feedback. Then today she is like, "do you have some more inner tube that I can put onto another pair of slippers?" Like she could do this job......yeah right. She knows she can't do it but she will not ask me outright. "when you change the cat litter make sure you take the empty bag out" or to the grandparents on Sunday, "I never go anywhere except my foot doctor" ( I am still being punished for not taking her to lunch that day because I was fucking SICK!)

I think she wants something as she was asking me what my schedule was for next week. She can't just tell me what she needs, that would be too easy. I am sure the cold weather complaints will start soon as she lounges about in her silky, sleeveless nighty and her threadbare bathrobe. The bathrobe was purchased for her by my brother before he died so it has taken on the honor associated with things such as the Holy Grail. We have bought many robes since but none ever satisfy her and once the green ghost is cleaned it is back on her, even though it is thin as can be thereby allowing for complaint of cold if the temperature in her room is below 78-80.

As she walked past me after her lunch I had the scissors in my hand, ready to start the slipper repair and I wondered how I would do in jail...........