I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
my mother always told me youd meet the movers and shakers and glamor queens / kings on their way back down . in 80 years shed just seen it happen a lot . ive known two residential builders who had their name almost in lights a decade ago . one died at 45 , the other wiped out so hard he even lost his own home / collateral .. me and the old 51 chevy are still stump jumping on the low road .. hang in there ..
So I worked alot this morning. I have multiple tasks in a day. First, I take care of a house and dogs for people out of town. This is at 6:30 a.m. Finished and came home at 7:30 a.m. Mom is now up and I took care of pills, her shower, her clothes, her breakfast and her walk to the clubhouse (up the street) and exercise class.
Got to housecleaning job at 9:30 and started work. Slaved and worked til noon. Then went to take care of dogs again. Got home for lunch at 12:50.
Mom had apparently just napped and was eating her Meals on Wheels. We chatted for a bit. She talked about her napping, her teeth, my job, and misc things and asked 3 or 4 times what time it was. I told her. She always is stunned at the time of day when I tell her.
I fixed myself some lunch and then went in my room at 1:30pm. I did some work on my computer and then went in the kitchen to clean up my dishes. Talked chit chat with mom and then came back in my room. I got into my lounge clothes and lay on my bed, read my book a little and closed my eyes just for a little bit.
I awoke about 45 minutes later (so..it's about 2:45ish) and stretched and got on my computer again. At 3:10, I hear my cell phone ring and the called ID says it's Mom. I stare at it and wonder why the heck she is calling me in my room from the other room. She never hardly ever calls me on my phone unless I am out and she needs something. So I go out in the kitchen and find her sitting at the phone. I ask her, "Why the heck are you calling me"? She looks up at me with this kind of haughty, nasty look and says, "Well, I didn't know you were home".
Looloo all I can do now is go with the flow. When I went yesterday and insisted she had lunch and wheeled her to the table she was all smiles - a life long narc, she was the centre of attention dontcha know. She's been refusing lunch for ages but if I ran down there every day and made a big song and dance about it she'd go every day. She's always been one to do the helpless thing, use FOG for all it's worth, create chaos, and expect others to pick up the pieces and make everything wonderful for her, though it would never be good enough.
I shan't go back for some time as it so unhinges me. As I told her some time ago "Either put on some big girl panties and get on with it or lay in your bed and rot until you die - your choice". I suspect she'll continue to refuse food unless she's the centre of attention, which of course won't happen, She eats next to nothing and drinks little ... her choice. You can't save someone from themselves. I refuse to enable her.
I have to tell you -- my own mind went off on a funny tangent when I read this. I thought of that scene in A Christmas Story, where the father reads the box containing his "special award," and he thinks it's Italian because written across the box is "FRA-GI-LE." Hope it's not wrong for sad situations to sometimes conjure up a funny memory. It happens to me a lot, actually.
goin to see my aunt / cut wood . worthless drunk 2014
Water coming into the rental, be it basement or attic, can be very time consuming trying to find the cause. I am in my second month of trying to fix a basement water issue at a small commercial building I manage.... repair companies try something new and we have to wait until the next heavy rain to see if it was a success.... if not, back to square one.
Some landlords will charge an extra months rent for any lease that is broken before the lease expires. As for the utility bill, how long did your Dad live at the rental before he moved? Even though your Mom's name was on the bill, your Dad was stilling using the utilities until he moved out. Once he moved, than the customer becomes the landlord.
Hopefully all your questions will be answered and you can close that chapter.
I guess the moral of my story is.... let some of that anger go, do some of those things you love doing. Especially outside where you can absorb some vitamin D !! If your mom is bed bound she should be okay for a short bit while you enjoy your outside zen. Once you find your inner peace it will make the rest of your time with mom so much nicer and you'll have all those wonderful memories.
Like Ash said, lightning bolts will surely hit those dolts!!
((((hugs)))