Not much to report. She has been fairly typical. Feeding the dogs, lying about it, and getting mad when you catch her. She still rambles and steals things. She curses, worries about the front door being open, plugs up her night light at 4:00. She feels bad when it is cloudy (80% of the last 2 weeks). Wakes up and wants to talk and eat at 6:00 in the morning while I am getting ready for work. I could go on and on. I refuse to whine, but I hate her like this!!! She really isn't even funny anymore, just annoying. And I hate feeling like that too.
Life is fairly normal at the house. Normal being that she is crazy, kids are unpredictable, Kerry working all the time, me unorganized and scattered, and the animals being the only joy in my life. lol (I'm kidding......but they are the main joy in my life because they love me REGARDLESS!) lol
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Large and In Charge
I am back from a VERY restful and relaxing weekend in Nashvegas! My friend, Chip, has a beautiful condo in downtown Nashville. Thank you Kerry and Rebekah for allowing me some time off! I could NOT get through this without the two of you!!!!!!!!!!!
Moma is large and in charge. She was standing on the porch waiting on me when I pulled into the driveway. I came into the house and yelled, "Do y'all know she is on the porch?" In so many words, Kerry and Rebekah let me know that she could be waiting on me in the middle of the street for all they cared. Since I came home, she has bossed and tried to be in charge. She closes doors, checks the refrigerator, turns lights on (and off). She wants the TV on, she reads all my business, listens to my phone conversations, and tries to tell me what to do. At this point, I am also open to the idea of her waiting on anyone in the middle of my street! In fact, she just came into the room and told me to put my TV on a station (like what the heck is it on???) It's like she is restless. She is driving me CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!
Moma is large and in charge. She was standing on the porch waiting on me when I pulled into the driveway. I came into the house and yelled, "Do y'all know she is on the porch?" In so many words, Kerry and Rebekah let me know that she could be waiting on me in the middle of the street for all they cared. Since I came home, she has bossed and tried to be in charge. She closes doors, checks the refrigerator, turns lights on (and off). She wants the TV on, she reads all my business, listens to my phone conversations, and tries to tell me what to do. At this point, I am also open to the idea of her waiting on anyone in the middle of my street! In fact, she just came into the room and told me to put my TV on a station (like what the heck is it on???) It's like she is restless. She is driving me CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Estate Sale
My husband's aunt died recently and he and I went out to her house shortly afterward to see all the "treasures" she had collected over the years. She was an avid bowler and lived and loved life to the fullest! (RIP Aunt Dot). We saw several things that we thought we might like to have when her things were put up for sale.
The estate sale is tomorrow, so Kerry's parents let us come out there tonight and look after they had priced everything. We took the princess. She sat in a chair for a little while, but soon got up carrying on about how she had "dishes like these" and so on. I was busy looking and not paying her any attention. The next time I saw her, she had gathered her up some crocheted house shoes and a little glass dog. She had rounded up a dollar and wanted to pay for her purchases. I tried to talk her out of the house shoes because I was afraid she would slip and fall in them. She barked back at me, " I bought these for someone else!" I said, "who?" She said, "all my grandkids!" (What am I? mince meat?) Of course, Kerry and his mother were encouraging her. She asked Kerry if he would bring her back to "this store when she gets some money".
We got in the car to go home (after she demanded a bag for her purchases), and she pointed to the numbers on the car's radio and said, "What prices are those?" I said, "Moma, that is the time". Help me....
The estate sale is tomorrow, so Kerry's parents let us come out there tonight and look after they had priced everything. We took the princess. She sat in a chair for a little while, but soon got up carrying on about how she had "dishes like these" and so on. I was busy looking and not paying her any attention. The next time I saw her, she had gathered her up some crocheted house shoes and a little glass dog. She had rounded up a dollar and wanted to pay for her purchases. I tried to talk her out of the house shoes because I was afraid she would slip and fall in them. She barked back at me, " I bought these for someone else!" I said, "who?" She said, "all my grandkids!" (What am I? mince meat?) Of course, Kerry and his mother were encouraging her. She asked Kerry if he would bring her back to "this store when she gets some money".
We got in the car to go home (after she demanded a bag for her purchases), and she pointed to the numbers on the car's radio and said, "What prices are those?" I said, "Moma, that is the time". Help me....
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Back to the doctor
Today Moma went back to the doctor for a re-check. My sister took her. She got a clean bill of health. She is over the cellulitis but he said to continue to do the cream on her legs for a couple of days. He gave her a new pill to help her sleep. My sister said, "I'll just get a few of them in case they make her crazy". I said, "Heck no! Get them all, I may take them!!!" lol
Got a CRAZY couple of days ahead of me, then on to Nashville for the weekend with my friend Kelli Jo!
Got a CRAZY couple of days ahead of me, then on to Nashville for the weekend with my friend Kelli Jo!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tired...
Today I am tired.
I am tired of:
buying a 20 ct package of Scot toilet paper every 2 weeks
buying a pack of 250 ct. napkins per week
answering the same questions all day
bill collectors calling us hunting our son
not knowing what is in store for my son, the wanderer
refereeing cats and tending to one's wounds
washing towels
fighting fleas
my nasty house
trying to keep Moma's stomach filled
trying to convince her that she will not die because our house is a bit cool
watching her so she doesn't feed the dogs and ramble in my things
not being able to do anything productive
being broke
having writer's block
having people in my house all the time (want some alone time in my own house)
of being fat
of being old
of feeling bad because I am tired of all of the above. Don't pity me. It will only make me worse. lol I am 100% better than I was 3 days ago. I have Super Woman Syndrome anyway. I'll be fine.
I am woman, hear me roar.
I am tired of:
buying a 20 ct package of Scot toilet paper every 2 weeks
buying a pack of 250 ct. napkins per week
answering the same questions all day
bill collectors calling us hunting our son
not knowing what is in store for my son, the wanderer
refereeing cats and tending to one's wounds
washing towels
fighting fleas
my nasty house
trying to keep Moma's stomach filled
trying to convince her that she will not die because our house is a bit cool
watching her so she doesn't feed the dogs and ramble in my things
not being able to do anything productive
being broke
having writer's block
having people in my house all the time (want some alone time in my own house)
of being fat
of being old
of feeling bad because I am tired of all of the above. Don't pity me. It will only make me worse. lol I am 100% better than I was 3 days ago. I have Super Woman Syndrome anyway. I'll be fine.
I am woman, hear me roar.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday Update
Let me back up and tell you about ALL the fun in my life. At 11:30 pm last night, I got a phone call from my crying daughter. "Mom, I am throwing up and my head is killing me". This is the child who was in a wreck Friday night. I instructed her to get in the bed and stay there, thinking maybe it was only a stomach virus but in the back of my mind thinking head injury. At 5:30 this morning I received a phone call from my sitter's husband. It seems she had taken a nasty fall and broke her leg. She went to the hospital by ambulance. I went back to bed and turned off the alarm. When I got up, I was wallowing in self pity.
My sister called and said the doctor's office said that I could bring Moma in before 11:30. It was 10:15. I started getting ready, waking her up to get ready, all while trying to make plans for a sitter for the rest of the week. I took her to the doctor's office (which is worthy of its own post) to find out that she has cellulitis. I spoke with the doctor about Rebekah's dilemma. He wants to see her in the morning, possible grade 3 concussion. (great, another day out of work)
I called to check on Sue (the sitter). She broke her leg so bad that she had to have surgery. She is a diabetic. This will be a LONG recovery. After Moma went to lie down, I busied myself trying to find a sitter. Rebekah called raising heck about having to come home to go to the doctor.
I decided to take the dogs out (for my health as well as theirs). The kittens went out too. While we were out, I noticed the neighbor's (my cousin) dog out. He is a vicious Lab. I hurried my dogs up and thought maybe the cats were on the deck. I came in and made some phone calls to prospective sitters, when I heard Gracie, the neighbor's little dog barking. I went out and saw my little white cat bowed up, so I went and got him. When I dropped him over the pet gate on the deck, he fell flat. I picked him up to discover the dog (one of them) had bitten him and his leg was broken. So, now I await Mytesa's arrival so I can take William to the vet
Just when you think nothing else can happen...it does. God give me strength.
My sister called and said the doctor's office said that I could bring Moma in before 11:30. It was 10:15. I started getting ready, waking her up to get ready, all while trying to make plans for a sitter for the rest of the week. I took her to the doctor's office (which is worthy of its own post) to find out that she has cellulitis. I spoke with the doctor about Rebekah's dilemma. He wants to see her in the morning, possible grade 3 concussion. (great, another day out of work)
I called to check on Sue (the sitter). She broke her leg so bad that she had to have surgery. She is a diabetic. This will be a LONG recovery. After Moma went to lie down, I busied myself trying to find a sitter. Rebekah called raising heck about having to come home to go to the doctor.
I decided to take the dogs out (for my health as well as theirs). The kittens went out too. While we were out, I noticed the neighbor's (my cousin) dog out. He is a vicious Lab. I hurried my dogs up and thought maybe the cats were on the deck. I came in and made some phone calls to prospective sitters, when I heard Gracie, the neighbor's little dog barking. I went out and saw my little white cat bowed up, so I went and got him. When I dropped him over the pet gate on the deck, he fell flat. I picked him up to discover the dog (one of them) had bitten him and his leg was broken. So, now I await Mytesa's arrival so I can take William to the vet
Just when you think nothing else can happen...it does. God give me strength.
Home
Today I am home with my grandmother because the sitter has fallen again. This time her leg is probably broken. I was devastated to get that call at 5:30 this morning. I know this is selfish but immediately I thought, 'Well there goes my trip to Nashville next weekend and I guess we can forget Gatlinburg!' Isn't that awful that was my first thought? I am just about at the end of my patience and good will. Pardon the pity party but I am due a good one. I am so tired of this life. Let me apologize in advance, but my life sucks.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Busy Busy Busy Busy
To say that she has had a busy weekend would be making an understatement. Although she has been lost as a goose, she has rambled and walked the floors, and NOT slept. She has also been seriously bossy as well. Today she has wanted to be in charge all day. She has closed blinds, turned off fans, closed and locked doors, etc. If you know me, you know that this is something that would drive me crazy...and it does.
She got a bath without much complaining, but when we finished, I brought her some clean house shoes and told her that I was going to wash her other ones, because they are dirty. As we were leaving the bathroom afterwards, she looked back and barked, "Get my shoes!" As poor as my great grandparents were, I wonder how they paid for her handmaiden. I know she had one.
She may have an infection in her leg. She may be going to the doctor tomorrow. Details to come.
She got a bath without much complaining, but when we finished, I brought her some clean house shoes and told her that I was going to wash her other ones, because they are dirty. As we were leaving the bathroom afterwards, she looked back and barked, "Get my shoes!" As poor as my great grandparents were, I wonder how they paid for her handmaiden. I know she had one.
She may have an infection in her leg. She may be going to the doctor tomorrow. Details to come.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Nothing Cute About Her
She is not cute today. In fact, she is beyond annoying.
She is convinced that she needs to go to the eye doctor. Her glasses are making her sick. They make her head feel funny. Who can take her to the eye doctor? Who is her eye doctor? How will she pay for new glasses? Well...will they examine her eyes? When can she go? Well, who will make her appointment? Well...who is in charge of things like that? Ad nauseum. This has been an ongoing conversation from 8:00 this morning to this present time. It is so bad I posted a sign on her bulletin board in the kitchen where we post the date and the day of the week. It says, "We will see about your glasses. Do not ask again".
She stayed at Sherry's today for a while for me to eat lunch with an old friend and grocery shop. When I picked her up, she wanted to know why I wasn't taking her home (when we pulled in my driveway). I said, "Moma! You live with me" She said, "Well, I didn't know that!" Augh!!!!!!
Pray for mercy.
She is convinced that she needs to go to the eye doctor. Her glasses are making her sick. They make her head feel funny. Who can take her to the eye doctor? Who is her eye doctor? How will she pay for new glasses? Well...will they examine her eyes? When can she go? Well, who will make her appointment? Well...who is in charge of things like that? Ad nauseum. This has been an ongoing conversation from 8:00 this morning to this present time. It is so bad I posted a sign on her bulletin board in the kitchen where we post the date and the day of the week. It says, "We will see about your glasses. Do not ask again".
She stayed at Sherry's today for a while for me to eat lunch with an old friend and grocery shop. When I picked her up, she wanted to know why I wasn't taking her home (when we pulled in my driveway). I said, "Moma! You live with me" She said, "Well, I didn't know that!" Augh!!!!!!
Pray for mercy.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Moma vs. Board of Education
Kerry went out of town.
I was left here with Moma.
I had a full week ahead of me.
I had to make some tough decisions.
Sigh.....Monday I had to work the ballgame. I had to be at the gate at 5:00. School gets out at 2:45, but I have afternoon duty until 3:15. I had to employ Sue to stay here until after the game. That meant a 13 hour day. Multiply that times $7 per hour. So when I found the next day that I was expected to attend the Board of Education's annual meeting at my school, I wanted to cry. I could NOT afford another lengthy day with a sitter, so I plotted and schemed about what to do. I even called my sister and was going to ask her to let me make a granny drop at her office at 4:30, but got her voice mail. So....I had the sitter dress up the little princess and I took her with me. My precious friend Kelli, who was at home with a sick child, committed to come and help me with Moma. I arrived fairly early, and we got her settled in my office with snacks and a glass of water. I turned on the news and told her to stay in there and be good, and I'd take her out to eat. We left the door cracked and she would wave at us during the meeting. I had to get up and turn off the lights for a presentation and when I looked back, there she stood in the doorway, peeking around to see what was going on. I flagged Kelli and said, "Go get her!!" Kelli tackled her and got her back into my office, but not before she talked OUT LOUD about were we through yet and what was going on. Other than that, she was good. When the Board went into executive session, we got up and left. We took the princess to DQ and got her chicken fingers and ice cream. She was thrilled!!! Of course, she was going to bring home all the ketchup and ranch dressing that we didn't use. Kelli had to swear that she wanted it. Moma made her wrap it up in a million napkins and put it in her purse. Ugh......(why do old people steal that kind of crap?)
But, she was good and slept all night!
I was left here with Moma.
I had a full week ahead of me.
I had to make some tough decisions.
Sigh.....Monday I had to work the ballgame. I had to be at the gate at 5:00. School gets out at 2:45, but I have afternoon duty until 3:15. I had to employ Sue to stay here until after the game. That meant a 13 hour day. Multiply that times $7 per hour. So when I found the next day that I was expected to attend the Board of Education's annual meeting at my school, I wanted to cry. I could NOT afford another lengthy day with a sitter, so I plotted and schemed about what to do. I even called my sister and was going to ask her to let me make a granny drop at her office at 4:30, but got her voice mail. So....I had the sitter dress up the little princess and I took her with me. My precious friend Kelli, who was at home with a sick child, committed to come and help me with Moma. I arrived fairly early, and we got her settled in my office with snacks and a glass of water. I turned on the news and told her to stay in there and be good, and I'd take her out to eat. We left the door cracked and she would wave at us during the meeting. I had to get up and turn off the lights for a presentation and when I looked back, there she stood in the doorway, peeking around to see what was going on. I flagged Kelli and said, "Go get her!!" Kelli tackled her and got her back into my office, but not before she talked OUT LOUD about were we through yet and what was going on. Other than that, she was good. When the Board went into executive session, we got up and left. We took the princess to DQ and got her chicken fingers and ice cream. She was thrilled!!! Of course, she was going to bring home all the ketchup and ranch dressing that we didn't use. Kelli had to swear that she wanted it. Moma made her wrap it up in a million napkins and put it in her purse. Ugh......(why do old people steal that kind of crap?)
But, she was good and slept all night!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sigh....
I made a realization today. I waste so much time standing around waiting on my grandmother to finish eating or messing, or rambling or drinking her chocolate milk. She cannot be left alone in my kitchen (or anywhere else for that matter) under normal, regular circumstances. So, there is my excuse for never getting anything done!
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Same ole same ole
Today has been one of those days that I really hate. It was a day of repeating myself and answering the same questions all day.
"What day is this?" "Did you say today is Sunday?" "Is this Friday?"
"Huh?" " I didn't understand you" "WHAT??"
"Where is Kerry?" "When did you say Kerry would be home?"
I would almost rather it be a day of ugly attitude and rambling. No....well? Hmmmmm......I'll have to ponder that.
"What day is this?" "Did you say today is Sunday?" "Is this Friday?"
"Huh?" " I didn't understand you" "WHAT??"
"Where is Kerry?" "When did you say Kerry would be home?"
I would almost rather it be a day of ugly attitude and rambling. No....well? Hmmmmm......I'll have to ponder that.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Moma's Big Day
I meant to post this last night, but just plain got too lazy to do it. My book is getting so good, I can't put it down. Sorry!
Yesterday I had to stay at home with Moma because our sitter had a doctor's appointment. It was beauty shop day, so if I have to stay home, that is a good day to do it. I got up around 7ish, fixed her coffee and was getting her breakfast ready, expecting her to come in any minute. When she had not come by 7:30, I went to her room. There she lay in all her royal glory fully dressed head to toe covered up sound asleep! There is no telling how long she had been dressed. She even had on her glasses. I woke her up to come eat. She was very confused about the day, but came into the kitchen with me. I guess me being home during the week was a little confusing. She tried to feed the dog her muffin, but I caught her. I warned her. "If you do that, we will NOT go out to lunch today". Her response? "SHIT!" and threw it back into her plate. After breakfast, there was still an hour before time for us to leave. I had cleared the table and was busying myself with feeding the dogs, cats, etc. I looked up and she had her head on the table. I woke her up and assured her she had time to go back and lie down.
When it was time to leave, I went to get her up. I looked down and saw her white shoes and white purse. I just casually said (for those of you who know this is a pet peeve of mine, I wasn't mean to her) "Moma, it is past Labor Day. Next time, wear the black shoes". When we got into the car, she said, "I ain't got no business wearing these white shoes! Why didn't you tell me?" I won't mention every time she said something about the white shoes, but she was torn up over them all day.
When I picked her up at the beauty shop, she was ready to go eat. We went to wash the car first, and then I asked her if she wanted to go get some of that potato soup that she loved from Logans. She said "okay". When we got there, the hostess said she only had tables available. I told her that would be fine, but I knew it would NOT! Moma hates tables in the middle of the floor. She ALWAYS wants a booth. She was going to complain, but I shushed her. Our cute little waiter came and got our drink orders. The next table became occupied by 2 women. Their drinks came before ours (different server) and Moma pointed (yes, pointed!) at them and said loudly, "We were here before them!!" Again, I shushed her. We ordered when our drinks arrived. She began picking at everything on the table. I knew the peanuts would be a problem. And they were. She tried to eat a few, but couldn't so she began loading up her purse with peanuts. I said, "Moma, if you cannot eat them here, why are you taking them home?" She whispered to me like it was a big secret "I'm gonna crack them when I get home". Our food came. She began complaining about her soup right off the bat. It had cheese in it. She kept cheese stringing from her mouth to the bowl the whole time. She asked for a piece of chicken from my salad, then looked up at me so confused and said, "There ain't a bit of chicken in my soup!" "Well that would be because it is POTATO soup!" The little waiter was so kind, and she was so rude (but then again, she always is). I paid the check, got a drink in a go cup (and of course she had to have one). I put my purse on my arm and she yelled out "I ain't ready to go!!" The urge to strangle her was so strong....I let her sit about 5 more minutes and then I just got up. I was leaving with or without her! When we started out, I said, "I need to go to Wal-Mart" She said, "Oh Goody! Can I go?" I told her that she could but she had to ride in a wheel chair. She agreed wholeheartedly. So off we went! When we got to Wal-Mart, she begged to sit in the car. Of course, I said no. Then as we walked to the front door, she said, "Well where IS Wal-Mart?" Then, we had to wait on them to bring us a chair. When she saw it coming, she said, "Oh I ain't riding in a wheel chair!" I said, "Okay, then let's go home". She happily got into the chair then. She was so good in the wheel chair. I would not mind taking her more often if she'll ride. The only funny thing she did after that was beg for a bag of M&Ms in the check-out line. I feel like I am raising a child.
Yesterday I had to stay at home with Moma because our sitter had a doctor's appointment. It was beauty shop day, so if I have to stay home, that is a good day to do it. I got up around 7ish, fixed her coffee and was getting her breakfast ready, expecting her to come in any minute. When she had not come by 7:30, I went to her room. There she lay in all her royal glory fully dressed head to toe covered up sound asleep! There is no telling how long she had been dressed. She even had on her glasses. I woke her up to come eat. She was very confused about the day, but came into the kitchen with me. I guess me being home during the week was a little confusing. She tried to feed the dog her muffin, but I caught her. I warned her. "If you do that, we will NOT go out to lunch today". Her response? "SHIT!" and threw it back into her plate. After breakfast, there was still an hour before time for us to leave. I had cleared the table and was busying myself with feeding the dogs, cats, etc. I looked up and she had her head on the table. I woke her up and assured her she had time to go back and lie down.
When it was time to leave, I went to get her up. I looked down and saw her white shoes and white purse. I just casually said (for those of you who know this is a pet peeve of mine, I wasn't mean to her) "Moma, it is past Labor Day. Next time, wear the black shoes". When we got into the car, she said, "I ain't got no business wearing these white shoes! Why didn't you tell me?" I won't mention every time she said something about the white shoes, but she was torn up over them all day.
When I picked her up at the beauty shop, she was ready to go eat. We went to wash the car first, and then I asked her if she wanted to go get some of that potato soup that she loved from Logans. She said "okay". When we got there, the hostess said she only had tables available. I told her that would be fine, but I knew it would NOT! Moma hates tables in the middle of the floor. She ALWAYS wants a booth. She was going to complain, but I shushed her. Our cute little waiter came and got our drink orders. The next table became occupied by 2 women. Their drinks came before ours (different server) and Moma pointed (yes, pointed!) at them and said loudly, "We were here before them!!" Again, I shushed her. We ordered when our drinks arrived. She began picking at everything on the table. I knew the peanuts would be a problem. And they were. She tried to eat a few, but couldn't so she began loading up her purse with peanuts. I said, "Moma, if you cannot eat them here, why are you taking them home?" She whispered to me like it was a big secret "I'm gonna crack them when I get home". Our food came. She began complaining about her soup right off the bat. It had cheese in it. She kept cheese stringing from her mouth to the bowl the whole time. She asked for a piece of chicken from my salad, then looked up at me so confused and said, "There ain't a bit of chicken in my soup!" "Well that would be because it is POTATO soup!" The little waiter was so kind, and she was so rude (but then again, she always is). I paid the check, got a drink in a go cup (and of course she had to have one). I put my purse on my arm and she yelled out "I ain't ready to go!!" The urge to strangle her was so strong....I let her sit about 5 more minutes and then I just got up. I was leaving with or without her! When we started out, I said, "I need to go to Wal-Mart" She said, "Oh Goody! Can I go?" I told her that she could but she had to ride in a wheel chair. She agreed wholeheartedly. So off we went! When we got to Wal-Mart, she begged to sit in the car. Of course, I said no. Then as we walked to the front door, she said, "Well where IS Wal-Mart?" Then, we had to wait on them to bring us a chair. When she saw it coming, she said, "Oh I ain't riding in a wheel chair!" I said, "Okay, then let's go home". She happily got into the chair then. She was so good in the wheel chair. I would not mind taking her more often if she'll ride. The only funny thing she did after that was beg for a bag of M&Ms in the check-out line. I feel like I am raising a child.
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