Saved!

Okay, a comment was posted by my most loyal reader! Thanks JC! I know you have walked in my shoes, and you are great comfort and support to me and all the madness in my life. I know you enjoyed having that big boy here visiting!
Last night, while Grey's Anatomy was on, Moma came into the den. Now, she is like a child in that, when I am watching one of my favorite shows that I never miss unless there is a death, here she comes with nonsense. Sort of the same way she talks to me and asks me questions while I am on the phone. She came to the door of the den and motioned for me to come there. I said, "What?" She said, "Com-mere" I got up and walked toward her, "What???" She said, " I wanted to ask you.......uh....uh....." I move back toward the couch where I was sitting. So she leans over Kerry in the recliner and said, "Are y'all afraid to pray for me?" He said, "WHAT??" She repeated. "Are y'all afraid to pray for me?" He said, "No..why?" Well, she continued with some more nonsense that I ignored because Grey's was back on. Then I heard her say, "Well anyway, get your wife over here and y'all pray for me, and I'll get out of your hair". Kerry was dumbfounded. I was in total denial, continuing to watch Grey's. She finally said, "Well, y'all are more interested in watching that TV than praying...mumble mumble...." as she left the den. Now, know this! If she were dying, sick, or anything serious, I'd pray over her. I pray for her every day. I knew this was part of her nonsense. Just like she told me the other night to "make out everything we own to the Church of God". Okaaaayyyy.......so what would we buy her meds and diapers with? And how would we pay her sitter? and? and? She lives on another plane.

HELLO????????????

Is anyone reading?? Does anyone still follow my blog?? I need a comment here and there people! I'm not high maintenance, just like a little reassurance that someone is reading! No more posts until someone comments! lol
This is a test, this is only a test.....

Poor Dog

This evening, Moma was talking to the dog, and she leaned over to pet him and spilled a whole glass of tea all across the table, in her house coat and onto the floor. She snarled her mouth, looked at poor Shula and said, "Look what you caused!". Blame it on the dog!

Just once...

Just once, can I run my bath water and take a bath without Moma trying her best to get in the bathroom with me? It NEVER fails, every time I begin running my bath water, she comes in and says, "Are you about to take a bath? Well, can I pee first?" UGHHHHHH! I turn off the water, and storm out. and she always says, "Hon, you don't have to leave..." Oh yeah, like I want to sit in the bath tub while she strains and grunts and makes faces. She'll roll off a mile of toilet paper, and wipe and wipe and wipe some more. She always looks at it, makes a face, and wipes some more. UGHHHHHHHHH!!! When she finally comes out, I go in and open the drawer across the door because our door won't catch. I never get past the hair washing stage before she is banging the door on the drawer wanting in. She either wants to wash off her teeth, wash her hands, or use the bathroom again. But tonight....she kept trying to get in to wash off her teeth, and I kept saying "NO, you can when I get out!" So, when I opened the door to come out, I heard her say, "Well...you're too late! I already took care of it! You're tooooo late!" Yes, precious princess the world revolves all around you!!!

Change=Confusion and Madness

My sister has thrown a wrench in the works. She asked the sitter to swap days with her. She plans to come sit tomorrow and the sitter will come on Wednesday like my sister usually does. I am not sure whose idea it was to tell my grandmother this, but NOT A GOOD IDEA!!! Moma has walked the floors tonight worrying about who was coming, and what they were going to do. Finally, she concluded that Grace (her dead sister) would be coming, "not to take me out anywhere". "She is just coming to talk to me." She is convinced that someone is coming with Grace. I finally sent her to bed and told her that life was too short to do all that worrying. She talked out crazy nonsense in her sleep. I cuddled up with the baby monitor for my personal entertainment. I am a sick individual.

HoW mUcH iS a PeRmAnEnT????

If I have to answer that question once more today......augh!! We have discussed permanents and their cost, who is in charge of her money, and other random nonsense today. She is like the head injury patient on Grey's Anatomy 2 weeks ago. She resets about every 15-20 minutes. She has no clue that we have had that conversation before. She is seriously innocent in that, but that is one of the things that makes me want to smother her. lol That and the dang grunting!!!!!!!!!!! She will stand over me and grunt, and moan, and growl and huff and puff. Enough whining....
Today, after her bath, she wanted to go out on the swing. I tried to get her not to because I had washed her hair. But she said she wouldn't stay long. I went to check on her, and she was walking around with her diaper in her hand. She claimed it "fell off". Yeah, okay....whatever.

Xanax is my friend

Today was more than I can handle. She got Tylenol PM at 6:00pm and will get more at 10. I took Xanax.
No discussion. I am worn out. I am completely spent.