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.
Mom has been extremely restless the last few days, but cheerful and more talkative than in the past two years. @ 96, I know she's had a good long life, and has been well cared for without ever having to worry about having a home, food, clothing, healthcare, etc., etc. She is loved, she is a woman of great faith and has never, ever done anything to deserve my angst. I know I'm just tired, so many years without a break has just taken it's toll. She will be placed when she's no longer ambulatory even though I really don't want to do that but it will have to be done, it's not what I wanted for her but I guess I'm not really in charge of how things turn out.
Thank you all again for listening to my whine. I'm sure I'll be back again before this is over with.
BPC is Bullet Proof Coffee. It's coffee w/added fat (I know, some people will say GROSS! I did at first.). Your brain is made up of mostly water...and fat. It *needs* fat to function properly. If you deprive yourself of fat, you feel foggy-headed. This stuff is like lighting a rocket under your butt. A word of caution - you can't drink BPC and eat a junk-food diet. You have to change your lifestyle if you want this stuff to work as it's supposed to. It works best with a low-carb way of eating. I started back to low-carbing on Monday and I'm already down 2 lbs and feel fantastic. I don't tolerate carbs well - they make me sluggish and I feel like crap all the time. Body aches, irritable, frequent headaches, tummy troubles, etc. If I stay away from carbs (except "good" carbs - non-starchy veggies, meat, eggs, etc), then I feel more alert, clear-headed, and aware - and all those aforementioned problems go away.
You brought up food for thought when parents rent a home. Time for everyone to read Mom and Dad's lease to see what does the lease state regarding a Tenant vacating the property prior to the end of the term of the lease.
Or is there a clause as to what happens to the lease if the Tenant is unable to stay due to unforeseen circumstances, does the Lease automatically expires or does the lease remain in effect until the end of the lease term?
Does the lease say the Landlord can use the security check as the last month's rent, or part thereof? Does the lease say how long the Landlord can hold onto the security deposit before returning it, and can the Landlord use said deposit to remove personal items from the home that were left behind? Or can the Landlord use the security deposit as a fee for early termination by the tenant?
I'm getting pretty tired of everything being "us" or "we" or "ours". And Mom makes sure I know it. If I offer on the phone to treat my sister to breakfast when we go out on Sunday mornings, I say, "It will be my treat" - Mom chimes in and says, "It will be OUR treat!" - emphasis on "our", as in - "WE will pay for it". Um...Mom....guess who's been paying for both your and my breakfast for the past year and a half since I moved in? ME. Not "we". I know she may not realize the extent of everything I pay for in her stead, because she doesn't have the money for it since Dad died, but that's kind of frustrating.
Thank God for my BPC (bullet proof coffee). It has made a huge difference in how I feel and my thinking is clearer. Can't do without it now. Even my emotions are more mellow - if I get irritated with Mom about something (which has happened twice this morning), it's short-lived and doesn't drag on for hours like it used to. I used to get irritated and stay that way for the rest of the day, which is exhausting. Now, I get irritated, and it's over in minutes. I go back to feeling good and even-keeled. Only thing that has changed is I started drinking BPC in the mornings as part of my low-carb lifestyle change. Do I sound like an ad for BPC? Yep, I guess so, but I don't care. I love the stuff.
It is so sad to watch a beloved pet at the end of their lives. I will only say don't wait too long before you help him leave for dog heaven. He will be waiting for you when your time comes. There will be dogs, cats and a whole bunch of horses waiting for me. I really miss some of the horses still. They are so good to tell your troubles to. Bury your face in their neck and they will wrap their long old face aound your head and those big ears will flip in your direction.
Your life will get better one day Fading even if you do have to face the decision to place Mom. Think of it this way would she have ever made the sacrifices you are making for her for you? Also your good and kind husband deserves to have his wife back
You've made me giggle, imagining what'll happen if my MIL ever decides to follow her daughter to Sydney. Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease…! :)
The old horse has to go sometime. Most of the time, as along as I know she's okay I just try to stay outta the way...I do love my Mom. But I know that I am being affected. Thank God for a loving husband who helps as much as he can.
Right now it's especially rough cause my sweet friend and joy, my German Shepherd is nearing his end, he's practically on hospice care, thank goodness he's not in pain, he is just barely making it out to potty. Has a degenerative spinal disease, so he's not in pain but is losing the use of his hindquarters and to some degree his front legs are being affected. His joy and happy attitude has helped to keep me and my husband sane through all of this.
Don't want to die, but can't stop it if it happens and I know I have a better place to go to and people I love will be there.
i dont like people who only think of themselves and go thru life taking .
my fuss of the day is still my cuz . isnt it sick that i was tolerable when i was caring for her mother while she slept in every day but im a piece of trash when shes no longer getting everything for nothing ? fortunately ive learned that someone with this sick ( selfish ) of thought process isnt worth trying to correct . its not within them to grasp someone elses point of view . its sadly all about them ..
i will feel overwhelming peace of mind when edna passes away . cuz doesnt feel , she'll go play bean - go ..
i want my aunt to have her nice recliner . its where she lives and sleeps because of gastric reflux . aunt is in nh never to leave again . ive spoken with the nh , aps , and left a note for doc about getting the recliner over there . its going to be interesting how this plays out . i dont argue , i muster political and authorative backing instead ..
I'm just so tired of it all, six years and maybe 10 days of a break altogether. No help, encouragement or appreciation from siblings, I feel like an old pack mule.
In 09 I sold my home, quit my career and moved 200km to care for her, purely out of duty, for four hellish years. She has parkinsons, dementia and has had many strokes. After a really bad fall (again) I could no longer manage and she went into a NH but that didn't stop her daily tantrums, evil to all and causing chaos. I eventually changed my phone number and she doesn't know where I live or she'd call the cops if I didn't answer the phone - did that long ago when she wasn't as nutty as squirrel poop.
Late last Christmas eve I got a call from the NH that she'd tried to get out of bed, fallen, cut a finger and was going to the local hospital to be stitched. The next day she gave me the dickens because I didn't rush to her side ... for a cut finger?? I live in the middle of nowhere, no street lights, there was deep snow and ice, late at night and I have a hip replacement. Rush for a cut finger? Seriously?
Last week she caused the week from h*ll (again) and these shenanigans always make me feel quite ill for a couple of days. This week? Mine!! I conserve her money, pay her bills and ensure she has all she needs but she's safe, fed and clean. She can't get at me any more. I finally got shot of the old b*tch who did all she could to ruin my whole life since I was a small child.
Even though I've changed my phone number and made it unlisted, when it rings I let voice mail pick it up and listen. If it's ever the NH saying she's whatever, too bad - maybe I wasn't home or didn't get the message, my choice. I'm 65 and it's my turn to have a life. Go away!
My attitude may seem harsh to you but she would never allow me a life and basically punished me for breathing - mentally, emotionally and physically abusive since I was a small child. She once said to me "When you were a kid I didn't want children hanging on my skirts, I just wanted to go have a good time" and go have a good time she did regardless of who she trampled on in the process. I grew up alone as it was always "Get away from me, go play in the street" and any boyfriend was quickly run off "He only wants my money" instilling a deep sense in me of being worthless. My poor father was co-dependent, afraid of her, bowed, scraped and busted his guts to give her everything but nothing ever made her happy. Just before he died he said to me "Your mother will never be happy with anything". His heart gave out eventually.
From a lifetime of Mommie Dearest I will have something akin to PTSD for the rest of my life but I'm free now. I'll do what I can but she can never get at me or abuse me again. People like my mother who would never lift a finger to help anyone, let alone their own parents, deserve what they get. Maybe it's karma - at the end of their lives they have to linger and suffer for the hurt and misery they have caused. Sorry, letting it all out, but I had to say my piece. Perhaps, in some way, it will help you fight for your freedom. You will never be able to begin to recover from the years of torment until you are free.