On a lighter note -- I have come to live in dread of the simple question my mother often asks: "Do you know what we should do?" This is not really a question. It is a way of telling me that she wants me to devote a half or whole day to doing something that is not important. Not willing to throw my time away so freely, I have started asking her if she has a mouse in her pocket. Of course, I have to explain each time what I mean. Oh, does she get mad. But I save myself from a lot of unneeded chores. This "we" thing means me and always takes a lot of time.
The things that I was writing about, though, were not so serious. Such as we need to cook something for someone, we need to drive out to visit my brother again, we need to go visit her sister, we need to clean the rugs or rake the leaves again,... If I fulfilled all her need requests, I wouldn't have a moment for my own work. Taking care of someone with dementia can be like living someone else's life, so one does have to set limits on time. If not, life would be gobbled up completely.
This wasn't meant to be a serious thread. I was making light on things I do to preserve my time and sanity.
We had workers here this summer getting rid of the sag in the floor. They supported and lifted the floor. Mom said it caused cracks between all the boards, letting little bugs and noxious gases in. They were causing her itching and breathing problems. (She doesn't have breathing problems, except the one created by generalized anxiety.) I'm dealing now with keeping the towels and throws picked up off the floor. She puts them down to cover the "cracks," even though she has already sealed them with multiple layers of wax. I don't worry about the cracks, since there are none, but I do worry about the trip hazard she creates putting towels and throws in the floor.
We haven't had four men in the bedroom yet. That would be kind of scary. If that happened, I guess I could just say, "Two for each of us!"
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