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.
I want to blame it on her, but really, I have to think in God's time frame.
It's truly not her fault that I forgot to put the handicapped parking tag on my visor (thank God I didn't get a ticket).
Apologies for the sarcasm. It's just that sometimes nothing else will quite scratch the itch. Hope your daughter had a fantastic time in Oz!
Mind you, my mother put every problem she ever faced in the "too difficult" file! - that's how come we're all in this pickle. I find it sad but sweet that she still worries about this brother. Not that it would help him to be told that, it would just give him something else to beat himself up about.
I think he's lost two lower front teeth, but I couldn't quite believe my eyes and how do you check without staring?
'Glad you are back with your wry, witty comments. They come across to me as sincere and realistic..
Have a great day!
Harumph....
And, you get to note the good bits too, which can really cheer a girl up I find.
AND if I want to have something not on her diet, I have to hide in order to have it because if she sees me eating it, she wants 'some', to which I have to say no which makes me feel doubly sorry!
Wake up call came a month ago when I went to the doctor and I was found lacking in exactly what she can't have!
Plus she just shoves it all down without looking up. She can eat an entire meal in less than five minutes. I've stopped looking at her when she eats. I've stopped warning her that she can choke. I feel like turning on a recorder and just taping the first 'conversation' then pushing replay each time it comes up again and again and again.
So, that's my whine moment!
I told her I'd set up online grocery shopping for her and I'd order what she wants. No, a couple of people told her they had that service and they didn't like it, so she's not doing it. I offered to take her shopping at a small grocery store because it would take less time and walking for her. No, she only wants me to take her the supermarket superstore and it takes her over 2 hrs. to do her shopping. (If I try to take less time, because I have other things to do, she gets annoyed. Maybe she'd like to wait for my siblings and in-laws to help her, but she's going to have a long wait since they're not doing anything because they're busy. Some of them told me flat out that they won't take her shopping.) She wants me to take her to a separate drugstore for her toiletries, she doesn't get them when we're at the superstore, she wants the drugstore brand. She wants me to take her to a discount store to buy greeting cards for my siblings and their children, she doesn't buy them when we're at the superstore, they're too expensive, she wants the discount store. She wants me to pick up food at a specific take out place, one we never go to on our own. The closest one is several miles away and out of my way. She could've gotten the same kind of food at the superstore, but no, she wants it that take out place. (did I mention my siblings aren't doing any of this?)
She also has this story of how she was on the bank of the creek next to the house, and how she hurt her foot, and how she must have been allergic to something there. She said she was all broken out and itching. She hasn't been on the bank for months now. She didn't hurt her foot. And she isn't broken out.
Sometimes I wonder what I must have done in a past life to merit what I go through now. Life doesn't make sense anymore. It is a "Road to Mandalay" existence.
I stopped taking my parents to the super size discount stores, it's too exhausting for me as Mom gets her cart and goes in one direction, and Dad gets his cart and goes in the opposite direction. I shadow Mom so I can help her get things off the shelves and re-shelve 90% of the things because she grabbed the wrong product. And for some unknown reason, if she can't find the chicken soup she wants right at the area where ALL the soup is located, she will go into other aisles looking for it.... don't think that soup will be down the soft drinks aisle or with the personal care products, Mom. Mom finishes her shopping and sits down while I go looking for Dad, remember I am at a super sized store.... I find him and go back to Mom, but she had left because she was worried that something happened to Dad so SHE went looking for him.... ok, Dad, now you sit here and I will look for Mom... after going around and around like this several times, I am so frazzled I am ready to drop :(
Keep whining!! oh i mean SMILING!!! sun has put his hat on hip hip hooray the sun has put his hat on and were going out to PLAY!!
How happy am i? no mum for a week yipee a whole week no washing no cooking no nagging no STRESS!!!!!!!
Have a great week guys stay SAINE!!
Hope aunt edna is doing dancing her heart out in the NH!!!!!!!
Don't you dare log on here while you're on holiday. Just tell us all the details when you get back, ok? :-)
Anyhow My sis and I picked up Dad and took him to the doctor for his POA activation. Confused most of the way in the car. Thought he was going back home repeated this a lot. My sis told him he was having a vacation at a resort. We went past the road to my house he sort of recognized that but not once did he ask why he wasn't living with me nor did he seem to remember he had been living with me the past 4 months since mom died. That really surprised me. We did get him calmed down and explained why he cannot live where he used to and that he does live closer to me so I can see him more often.
My sis left to drive back home today but stopped in to see him before she left but do not know how that went yet. I will stop in and see him on Sunday perhaps bring one of the cats.
But as usual my sister gave me some "suggestions" that of course I will disregard.
My hubby is golfing tonight so it's just me and the cats it feels odd to he the only one in the house. Had a couple nights with better sleep and now I can sleep in guest bedroom again if hubby's snoring bothers me.
One trick I found to remind my parents that I am no longer a spring chicken [I'm pushing 70] is once in awhile I will show up for a shopping trip with them using a cane. I tell them I hurt my back. Most of the time this magic cane does work :)