I have no idea if she has thrown out things or not. I have a trash can in her room but I don’t see what she has in it when I empty it. I just dump and pour. I have enough to do without exploring trash.
She gets stressed over stupid crap.
I tell her, “No, I haven’t seen your blue hairbrush, sorry.” She will be bent out of shape even if I buy her a new brush just like it. That is stupid!
Does anyone else deal with this crap?
No cognitive decline. She just misplaces stuff occasionally like we all do but she obsesses about crap if she can’t find it immediately. She’s the ‘everything in it’s place’ type.
I think it’s a generational thing. My 97 year old cousin is the same way. They feel compelled to be very orderly.
Their make up is always done. It’s crazy! I look like hell from being worn out and she’s applying lipstick!
She wore make up to have her cataracts removed! The doctor asked me, “Why is your mom wearing makeup?” I told her not to put on makeup but she wouldn’t wash her face.
She’s part of the Hollywood glamour age. I told the doctor to tell her to wash her face. They film the surgery for the patients families to view and she wanted makeup on! Hahaha
Does she actually produce much in the way of trash?
Is this a new expression of more general anxiety?
I do have a smaller trash can in her room. Okay, confession time... I also dump her pull-ups in there. Gross! Don’t want to dig through it. When I empty her bedside commode I grab that trash can and dump it too. I empty it daily! That goes outside so we don’t have the smell in the house.
I see what you mean, though. I could get another trash can too. She’s so picky about things.
She likes every thing a certain way, a touch of OCD. I have OCD with a few things but it goes way back because my grandma was fanatical about washing hands and I picked it up. I constantly wash my hands.
Then I go through my hand lotion because my hands get so dry. The other thing I am OCD about is my feet have to be covered in bed and I have to sleep in a fetal position on my left side. Hahaha, those are my quirks.
CM, I feel like I could write a book with the funny stuff mom says. Oh, my grandma, her mom had the funniest expressions. I loved them! She was a tough German woman who spoke her mind but was so loving to me. I was the one in the family that she confided in, told her secrets to. I adored her. My grandfather’s family was from Birmingham, England. He had a wonderful sense of humor.
Are you kidding me? Hell no! She has no cognitive issues. Hahaha. Somewhat cluttered room at times but she will remind me of things that I forget.
She just misplaces things every so often and my mom has always been a bit of a perfectionist. Everything in it’s place type of person. I’m not quite as disciplined as she is or maybe I don’t care quite as much.
Plus, St. Anthony, patron saint of lost articles, has been very good to me! Hahaha, I’ve found stuff no one else would even look for after petitioning him such as my husband’s wedding ring in the sand at the beach, cash that fell out of my pocket that was returned with a lovely note at the ‘lost and found’ in Williamsburg, Virginia and many other things. I keep telling her to ask Tony for it.
The nuns at school taught us a cute prayer as kids, Tony, Tony, Look around. Something is lost and must be found. My kids tell me that I have a special hot line that goes directly to him. Hahaha
Oh Lord, I just went through the rosary thing too. Okay, I admit it was a ‘special’ rosary. My grandma (her mom) had given it to her and it is a comfort to her. She prays with it daily.
Thanks again, because now I know I am not the only one that is perturbed by this issue. 💗
They DO make one for adult size diapers, but mother lost her mind when I even broached the idea..her depends go into the OPEN TRASH CAN and go out on Saturdays, only. A tiny garbage can filled and overflowing with depends and poise pads. Imagine the smell. (Ok rant over).
My mom constantly sets things down and leaves them. When I was doing CG for her I spent most my time finding her lost stuff.
My own rule of thumb when I've 'lost' something is to start cleaning. And for mother, usually the item is under a pile of tissues and scraps of paper she's written notes on. Since she doesn't throw ANYTHING away, we always find the missing item. She hates that when she loses something, my first go to is to start cleaning, b/c that makes her feel like she's not cleaning well enough (and she's not, she's 90, nobody expects her to!)
Favorite hiding places for small items: under the edge of the bedskirt, in the car between the seats, on any of 5 'side table' under piles of tissues and papers, on the kitchen table which is packed to the brim with crap, and of course one of the four bags she has hanging on her walker--also packed with damp tissues and garbage. Nothing like hauling your hoard with you :)
I have NEVER not found the lost item, unless it was a puzzle piece and I won't waste my time on those.
Are you serious? Four bags? My Lord! God bless you, honey! I can’t imagine!
Yes, they do keep stupid crap! I’ll look into a Genie. Thanks.