Mabel must simply be in one of those moods cause she has definitely got the "find fault with everything" thought process going. She came out for dinner tonight and made a comment about the floors looking good (I had cleaned and sealed the stained concrete). Of course this was quickly followed up with a comment of "I hope they aren't slippery". She wanted to know if I used the sealer on the tile, duh...not necessary. She continued to mumble about it and I told her if she knew of any better floor material she could pay for it and have installed. She goes further into tantrum stage and I do not give a flying fuck!!
She rarely says when she likes something, she does not plan any meal...ever. But she is good at giving me a fucking grocery list with things like; mini ritz--NOT ritz mix, or SMALL bananas. Duh! Like I can force Trader Joe's to unload only the 5 inch bananas?? Not to mention when she wants something that is not carried in the half dozen stores I may frequent. I know that I can go to Longs in Grossmont Center to get 8 hour Tylenol, cause Mabel does not use Target brand, she does not want the extra strength Tylenol, she wants the 8 hour Tylenol. I cannot tell you how many stores I went to trying to find those things......
I often worry that I will die before her and never see the light of freedom. Sometimes I worry that I will lose my grip on reality and chop her up into small pieces and bury her somewhere in the desert, not the backyard, way too close.
Catharsis, I could do a whole stand up routine on Mabel issues.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Still on hold.......
Mabel's 92nd birthday will soon be upon us. She is definitely showing more signs of being 2 more than 92. She has always had the childish, little girl thing. She firmly believes she should be the center of attention, people should call her, life should go the way she wants. She thinks that because a male neighbor talks to her that he is flirting.
I accept that my mother is handicapped and that means there are certain modifications we must make and certain "wear and tear" that cannot be avoided. My kitchen is a great example of modification. My kitchen table is a great example of wear and tear. I asked her to not do dishes, just leave them in the sink. See she does them either by standing at the sink leaning with her walker in front of her or in the w/c. Both ways result in scratched cabinets and drizzles of water and dirt all over the cabinets and the floor not to mention still dirty dishes. So she pouts (not a little either) and leaves her dirty stuff on the table through both early meals. Today as she and the shower girl get ready for her shower she waits until she is crossing the hall to my bathroom (which I paid $6000 to renovate to make things easier for her) she tells Janet (loudly) how she cannot do dishes anymore because she is damaging my cabinets (I can't or simply do not want to remember word for word, it was not said nicely). I also asked Mabel to participate in a PT program again to help maintain or re-gain some strength, she refuses to do so.
Some folks asked me why I call her Mabel. She hasn't been my "mom" since I was small enough to form my own opinions. She likes to treat me more like hired help, or even a slave. She leaves a couple of containers of dried fruit on the table for several days but does not state she wants them filled, I should just know and DO IT! When she naps in the afternoon I can almost pretend I live alone but then there is the clink of the walker and the illusion is shattered.
This week has been the "vacationing in SD" week and it has been fun. What would be even better would be if I could, at the drop of a hat, take a 3 day cruise to Mexico or a weekend to Solvang.
I accept that my mother is handicapped and that means there are certain modifications we must make and certain "wear and tear" that cannot be avoided. My kitchen is a great example of modification. My kitchen table is a great example of wear and tear. I asked her to not do dishes, just leave them in the sink. See she does them either by standing at the sink leaning with her walker in front of her or in the w/c. Both ways result in scratched cabinets and drizzles of water and dirt all over the cabinets and the floor not to mention still dirty dishes. So she pouts (not a little either) and leaves her dirty stuff on the table through both early meals. Today as she and the shower girl get ready for her shower she waits until she is crossing the hall to my bathroom (which I paid $6000 to renovate to make things easier for her) she tells Janet (loudly) how she cannot do dishes anymore because she is damaging my cabinets (I can't or simply do not want to remember word for word, it was not said nicely). I also asked Mabel to participate in a PT program again to help maintain or re-gain some strength, she refuses to do so.
Some folks asked me why I call her Mabel. She hasn't been my "mom" since I was small enough to form my own opinions. She likes to treat me more like hired help, or even a slave. She leaves a couple of containers of dried fruit on the table for several days but does not state she wants them filled, I should just know and DO IT! When she naps in the afternoon I can almost pretend I live alone but then there is the clink of the walker and the illusion is shattered.
This week has been the "vacationing in SD" week and it has been fun. What would be even better would be if I could, at the drop of a hat, take a 3 day cruise to Mexico or a weekend to Solvang.
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