Ever just want to tear your hair out, or someone else's? If you cannot restore a sense of balance, you will run away from home? Just want to say some things without the constraints of staying on topic? Well, this thread is for you! If you just need a short break to let it all hang out, be a brat, then come on, you can do it. No holding back! Go for it, you can do it.
to wash it's mouth out with soap,
and bring it on back!
Rainmom - glad you could beat that raccoon inside the house - they'll tear your face off
So last night I go into my mom's room at memory care to get her microwave hot pack for her aching shoulder and I notice something doesn't look right - ah ha the chair is missing - down to the nurses station I go and ask do you know who took the chair? Of course no one knows - hmmp.
Since it's late and the only ones still awake are mom her sometimes friend and a man who's in someone else's room - I take a walk open a door pull out a chair and drag it down the hall - problem solved at least for one night
That really scares me about having to repeat school when I get older. Nobody told me about that requirement! Do we get to start at the 5th grade this time?
Don't worry about the skewed test scores. I can write you a letter to say that you have forgotten more than those 5th graders will ever learn from scraps of art work.
lol.
Wait, did you forget to study for the test???
We (the ex and I) lived in a house that butted up to an 800 acre wilderness land (part of the air force base a mile away). There was a fire and it burned our fence. We replaced it with a "golf club greens" fence (straight black iron bars) so we could see the cows and other critters that lived on that land. It's amazing what critters can squeeeeeze through bars that are only a few inches apart! We would set food out for the neighborhood cats and soon we were host to a raccoon, skunks (one was "plaid" [white stripe going both ways], I swear.) and a possum! The raccoon became so uninhibited that she would come up to the sliding glass door and put her paws up on it as if to say, where's dinner? Ex-hubby would go out there with cat food and she'd eat very delicately, always washing her paws in the cat's water bowl first. We have pictures of this. Then she found a mate and became a mommy. She'd bring her brood of 5 with her but they were very bashful, hissing if you got too close. The skunk also became a mother and dumped her "skunklet" off at our back porch to "babysit". It was a tiny thing and hid behind a box until mom came back 3 hours later. (maybe wanted some "alone time"?) He climbed up on her back and she waddled away, not a thank you for our care and concern! The possum, as I remember, never brought her children on the nightly dinner visit. All the critters had their own dining times, raccoon first, followed by skunk then the possum had the leftovers. Ex-hubby would go out and pour more if possum got shorted. Poor possum couldn't see too well and would get jumpy when he got close, as she was concentrating on finishing her meal. I refused to go outside when they were there but nothing bad happened to the ex. I guess he's still serving dinner every night.
Under the "Caregivers Behaving Badly" heading, I wonder if there's a way to prank the light-fingered pilferers. If someone thinks of something, I want to know. Exploding dye packs in a decoy drawer is what I'm thinking...
In all seriousness, it commonly happens in care facilities. I don't have a clue how to prevent it.
Disclaimer, staff is loved..they take care of our loved ones......humor is ok.
The staff provided some things to cover him to get him home. What more can I ask of them? They don't know where the things go, either, and that's why exploding dye packs would be helpful to identify the person who's doing the taking. j/s
They have smaller and smaller stick-on tracking sensors these days. I don't know the cost but likely those will soon be an affordable and sensible option to keep track of LO's things in care places.
But thinking about it... If you want to make sure your LO's clothing is easy to trace...
Detective here, problem solved: You said it!
"The staff provided some things to cover him to get him home"
Duh....where did the staff get "the stuff?" Did you wash it and return it?
No, really, where?
Or, get a search warrant-the most likely place the belongings are hiding is in someone else's closet or dresser, or on the floor of the closet in laundry bags.
Look everywhere.
Don't forget to wash his dish when you serve your husband, because those critters can carry diseases transmissible to humans. Ewwww!
I spend a lot of time at mom's memory care late in the evening after work when there are no other family visitors and the things I see make me cringe - poopy diapers tossed in with clothes and wet towels then dumped in the laundry room floor - the poor person who has to get up in the morning and open those stinky plastic trash bags
Since many of mom's things go missing even though I do 70% of her laundry I try to check out the laundry room for lost stuff - they have an armoir full of unclaimed items - maybe I could have a yard sale and help pay the $450 incontinance fee this month
After a while I got tired of her always asking me what I was watching because she doesn't know any shows from Adam anyway (not being a big TV watcher herself) so I just started automatically saying Good Wife any time she asked, no matter what was on TV. She must think I really love that show (even though it has been off the air for almost a year).
He didn't call, I put the number in her phone, and the rest is history. Bwaa haaa ha
Can't say you didn't warn him.
My heart is deceitful above all things. Two natures-the one I feed, and all that stuff. Bwa ha ha ha ha.
What can I do to bless my brother today? hardeharhar.
It is not allowed to use dye in the laundryroom.
It will dye my husband's t-shirts only.
What, green is not my color!
laugh a lot,
piddle a little?
Or can anyone still make it in time?
George said he never saw so much thoughtful sadness concentrated into one glance before as when, at the lock, that young couple grasped the idea that for the last two miles they had been towing the wrong boat. ... The maiden was the first to recover her surprise, and, when she did, she clasped her hands and said, wildly: "Oh, Henry, then *where* is auntie?"