Well, I have answered all sorts of crazy questions lately. "Who are you?" and "Have my sisters been by here?" are among my favorites. We are experiencing a new crazy. I can't explain it. It's as if she is talking and doing crazy things, but she knows she is and it is driving her crazy.
Let me explain. After the 2am door opening incident, I decided to have a conversation with her about it during a lucid moment. She was appalled! She said, "Why don't you slap me awake when I act like that? I must be sleepwalking!" I told her about the anger. She was so bothered by it. She said, "I must be going crazy!" The next night, she went to the bedroom at her normal time, and she kicked, she eeeeeeetched, she sang, she talked, she stomped her feet and clapped her hands. I walked by the room and she sat up on the edge of the bed. I asked what was wrong, and she did her finger in a circular motion by her head as if to say, "I am crazy." She got out of bed, and walked over to me. Very seriously, she said, "I don't understand all that has taken place here." I asked what she was talking about. She said, "you know....all this....here....and the city knows it and they won't do anything about it." I took her with me to the kitchen and we got her some ice cream and I sat her down in the den with us. She kicked her feet awhile, and figgeted, but finally settled down, and finished the whole bowl of ice cream. Praise the Lord! She slept all night! I always knew that ice cream was the #1 bedtime snack of champions!
A funny before I post. Tonight, at supper, she was telling Kerry that Tubby, our black dog, was more "loverable" than Shula, the white dog. Then she looked at the dogs and said, "Yes, old Mr. Whitey is a smart alec!" She has NEVER liked that poor dog.

Let the killers in....

Last night was the strangest of all. After we got in from Tuscaloosa, Moma returned home. She was a little defensive toward Sherry and acted really glad to be home. I got her ready for bed, and she went off to sleep quickly. However, at 2:00 am, we heard her get up, and begin walking around with her cane. She opened the door to the living room that is her favorite to close 500 times a day and night. Then we heard the front door open. Kerry jolted me to full consciousness, and I lept out of bed to the living room. She had the door all the way open, and was turning around to retreat. I asked her what she was doing. Her response is a little fuzzy, but it went something like this.
"Well, there are some more people supposed to be here and you have got this place shut up, and can't nobody get in."
Me: Why would you open the door?
Moma: to let them come in to kill people.
Me: WHAT???
Moma: They are coming in to kill people. They have to kill people so Jesus can come take me home. (lots of mumbling, and stumbling)
Me: I don't know what you are talking about, you need to go back to bed.
Moma: Well, what are you doing here if you don't understand?
Me: Moma, go back to bed.
Moma: What are you going to do?
Me: Go back to bed, it is the middle of the night.
Moma: Okay, go on
Me: No you go too
Moma: I'm going.....You go that way, and I'll go this way.
Me: Okay (as I chain the door)

If that had been the end of it, I would not be so exhausted, but she rambled and talked and walked all night. I had to get ugly and tell her to GET IN THE BED. Tonight, I may boobytrap her door.

B-I-N-G-O! And Bingo was his name, oh!

Recent conversation with Moma @ 9:30ish (pm).

She enters my bedroom.
Moma: Hey, you going to bed?
Me: Not right now, why?
Moma (looking down toward the den): Who is that down there in that chair?
Me: Kerry
Moma: Oh. Have all the outsiders left already?
Me: Who? What outsiders?
Moma: Oh, I can't think of their names, but you know.....the ones who play Bingo.
ALRIGHTY THEN!

Going to Tuscaloosa to take Rebekah to audition for a scholarship at U of A. She is excited! But not nearly as excited as Sherry will be to see me return because Moma is doing a sleep over at her house. Tee-Hee! I hate I won't be here to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Moma is also singing a good bit again. Maybe I'll teach her to sing B-I-N-G-O!

Hey Lady!

I am now referred to as "Hey Lady!". She cannot remember my name most of the time. She is also so helpful. She puts dirty straws that she has "saved" back into the drawer, and dirty cups she has "rinsed" out into the dish drainer. She tosses my bath mat into my bath tub so that it is nice and wet when I need it. She closes and locks doors ad nauseum. She moves hangers from door knob to door knob. She waters my plants until water is standing in the floor or she knocks the plant over and has dirt everywhere. She empties her garbage can for me (right into my bedroom can). She feeds my dogs everything she can. Welcome to my world! Things that would not be so bad by themselves, but with everything else......Augh! Sometimes, I am ready to scream. I ask forgiveness for desiring to rip her head off.
If you are a praying person, please ask God to give me what I need to make it through this adventure. If you think I am being petty, walk in my shoes.

Everybody was Kung-Fu Fighting!

Today, she was completely "with it". That is after I got her up and to the table to take her medicine. She slept at the other end of her bed last night, for a change, I suppose. Anyway, she wanted to put her clothes on. She knew my name. She was very "with it". When we got home from church, it was as it always is when she is "with it". She was looking for a fight! And I wasn't about to give her one. She had a smart, hateful reply to everything I said. She made catty little remarks (her favorite: Goody Goody Gumdrops!) when I did things for her. I tried to be sweet and kind just to avoid the fight she was after! She complained because we did not have a fire in the fireplace. She complained of being cold. She didn't like what I fixed her for lunch. She fussed because Kerry had gone to the golf course, and on and on. She finally went to her room and laid down. When she got up, she was still looking for a fight, but I kept poo-pooing it away. Rebekah was working a puzzle, and I was trying to read for my class. She stood, literally, over my shoulder holding my chair, with her grunt, grunt, grunt.....I kept trying to ignore it, but I wanted to scream, GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! (but I didn't) She messed in everything she possibly could to get my reaction. She rearranged things, rambled in the refrigerator, and finally asked for a bowl of chili that I was cooking on the stove that she knew was for our supper Monday night. I gave it to her. To my self, I was saying, "I will not fight with this little woman today." over and over and over. The whole time I was ready to scream!
Later, Sherry and Erin came over to sit while Kerry and I went out to eat. When we got home, she was beginning to get a little cloudy. By the time Sherry was ready to leave, the clouds had moved in. As they headed to the front door, she looked at me, and said, "Well, she is ready to go..." and then looked at Sherry and said, "Are we going out this door?". Sherry told her that she was not going with her, but she looked so confused. I said, "You aren't leaving me, are you?" She said, "I guess not, she doesn't want me." Then, she couldn't find her bedroom. Then she asked me if she had on a gown. I got her seated on her bed, and she looked up at me and said, "All I have to do is cover up?" Well, I got her down, and by the time I got to the den, she was on my heels. "HEY LADY!!!" She needed some water. (Yes, she called me lady). I got her water and back to bed, and here she came again. "Where is my coat? And have you seen my teeth?" We found the teeth and I showed her the coat. Dear God, please don't let her plan a trip after we get in the bed. I can't handle her leaving the house.
For now, she is lying down and as I live and breathe, she is popping her hand with her fist. She is still looking to fight. And my money is on her.

Ice Cream Cake

Tonight we celebrated my husband's birthday, which is actually tomorrow. I bought him an ice cream cake. Moma loves ice cream. When I cut her a piece, she said exactly the same thing she said last week when I cut her a piece of Seth's ice cream cake....."Ice cream cake? I don't think I've ever seen an ice cream cake" "This is the first cake like this I've ever seen." We tried reminding her that she had some just like this last week, but she said, "Why didn't you tell me?". God love her.
It has been a day or so since my last posting, so let me catch you up. She is feeding my dogs like a maniac because she is sure that we are starving them. She feeds them a little of everything. If we catch her, she sneaks in later and takes stuff out of the refrigerator. Joy caught her taking the wieners out of the wieners and kraut the other day to feed them. Joy told her to stop, and she said, "You can just kiss my ass". Well! How precious that my grandmother is cursing out the very people who are caring for her. Sweet. Oh another little precious thing she has started doing.....her bedside potty has become a combination potty and garbage can. She puts everything from soiled diapers to cans in there, and then......on top of it. Oh yes she does. Nice.
The sad part about all of this is that she would DIE a thousand deaths if in her right mind she knew she had done these things. I mean, we never discussed our potty habits with family much less strangers. She informed Kim Gilbert about her hemorrhoids. Pleasant, huh?
Well tune back in for another Moma update.

Moderate Monday

Today was fairly uneventful until around 2:45. Moma fell again (fall #4 that we know about). This time she was closing her favorite door and lost her balance. She bit the dust in my living room, skinning her knee and elbow (small scrapes on her ankle). She was very humble when I got home. Very very confused, but very humble.

My sister mentioned the N word again today, but this time to me. I just don't think I can bear to do that. I am so afraid that someone would be mean to her (with her 4 different personalities). One of her personalities is smart and hateful, and I can just see someone pulling on her or being mean to her. I cannot bear that. The other three personalities are tolerable. Although the rambler might get next to someone whose hormones are raging. After the fall today, she was just Moma. Very confused, and very humble, but Moma. Thankful for "all you do for me", and for her family, she offered my sister and me anything she had that we wanted. Bless her heart, she thinks she has a ton of money, and she has very little.

I am open for any suggestions. Just don't use the N word.