Scraps of my Life

I guess I have to post about this stuff because a)I have to get it out of my system and b)I think I need the confirmation/validation that I am still within my right mind???  Because after days like today I wonder who will be arriving at "Crazy" first, me or Mom???

She slept all night last night…finally.  I was really looking forward to a lucid day…didn’t get it.  Instead, when I returned from getting David from his first day of second grade, I was met at the door by a rather exasperated mother who demanded to know why I took her suitcase to school.  Let me suffice it to say I didn’t take her suitcase to school!  After numerous accusations, most of which came through the bathroom door while I relieved myself.  Upon exiting the restroom, I asked her to come with me to her room where said suitcase was sitting on her cedar chest at the foot of the bed.  Then she said nothing but words of praise…suddenly I was wonderful again.

When she came out of her bedroom some time later, I was being cursed again for taking the  small travel jewelry box her father had given her.  "You know, the green one"…well the green one was a gift from my Mother-in-law, not my grandfather.  OK, now that I know what I am looking for, I told her the last place I saw her place it.  The accusations continued that I had either moved it or taken it from her.  Finally I went back to the suitcase from earlier…and there in the suitcase, next to a full cup of coffee, was the jewelry case.  Once more, she was full of praise.

The final straw came when she saw that I had given one of her 7 suitcases to Brian for his trip to North Dakota.  This one had been up on a high shelf up by the ceiling that required a step stool to get down.  She comes to me and in an accusatory tone says, "I see you gave Brian my suitcase".  Yeah…and…????  She says it would have been nice if I had asked because she might have needed it.  "But you aren’t going anywhere!".  "Oh you," she says, "you are just always looking for a reason to be mad at me!".  At that point I kissed her goodnight…gave her her meds…and told her I was going to bed!

Brian keeps saying it’s getting close to time to put her in a home.  I don’t want to, but yet this isn’t how I want to spend my life either.  I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings…NOT!

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