Yesterday morning (I know I am behind posting)I got up feeling charitable toward Moma. She has asked for eggs for breakfast several days, so I started preparing to fix eggs, toast, and cantaloupe for her when I heard her door open. She came in quietly and sat down. I put her cup of water (for her meds) in front of her, when she mumbled "I don't want no water, I want COFFEE". This was my first clue that her mood was not so sweet. I poured her coffee, and continued getting out eggs and butter. She looked up and said,"Oh good, you're gonna fry me an egg". I told her that I didn't really know how to fry an egg, but I was going to scramble her one. She snarled that lip and said, " I don't want scrambled eggs". I said, "Moma, do you want to wait until Sue gets here? She can fry you one". (The last time I attempted to fry one, it was not pretty) She snapped, "That is ridiculous! (mumble mumble)" I said, "Listen, you can wait for Sue, eat scrambled eggs or do without!" She, again, said "THAT IS RIDICULOUS!" Something inside me went off like fireworks. I slammed that little iron skillet on the stove, spun her chair around and said, "Get your ass up and fix it yourself!" I don't know what happened, I had just had it with her (and so early)! She tottered over to the stove and set to work. It was not pretty, she got it stuck and begin complaining that my skillet wasn't worth a %#@*" Anyway, she ate every bite. I think she was afraid not to!
Sometimes, you just gotta snap!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
This was posted on my wall this afternoon when I returned from Wal-Mart. Obviously, my children had answered all the questions they intended to. I totally feel their pain.
On a funnier note:
This afternoon late, Moma and I were sitting at the table waiting on Kerry to come home. She had asked a million questions and repeated the ones concerning supper every opportunity she had. So I was about to get up to fix us something rather than waiting on Kerry to bring us something when she took my arm and said, "I don't mean to be ugly..." (Uh oh, I thought) "You have gained a LOT of weight here lately haven't you?" She emphasized A LOT. Nice. So sweet. I smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you". So, I guess I'll be devising a weight loss plan that I can live with soon. Any ideas?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Today's quote
Oh I wish I could post what she said today!!!!!!!!!! It was really only crude but would have gotten my mouth washed out with soap. Trust me, it will be in the book version of this journey!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Contemplating a nervous breakdown....
Tonight my blog planning was going in one direction (not in a good way), but I just heard Trace Atkins sing a song "You're gonna miss this", so I have a new perspective. Looking back, I do miss my little tiny house on Comnock Avenue where we only had 2 bedrooms, one bathroom (TINY), but life was good and simple. We had a garden and a baby and so much LIFE, but I was looking to a bigger house, another child, etc. Yes, I do miss that. So, I know that when the angels do come, I will miss the clicking of her cane, her irritating grunting, her cries for help, her constant complaining, and yes, all the laughs we have had since she came to live with us. So get ready to laugh...she's been AWFUL this weekend.
Friday night, the kids went off and Kerry had to work, so I invited Mytesa up for "movie night". Could I enjoy an old Annette and Frankie beach movie with my friend? NO! She wanted a drink, and a cookie. She wanted something for itching. She was cold. And on and on....I finally made her mad so she'd go to bed. But Saturday morning....she was up bright and early at 7:30. Now, again, if you know me.....7:30 on Saturday morning?? AND you want to talk?????????????? ugh.....I walked to the pantry to get her oatmeal and she "thought" out loud...Ole oatmeal with a face to match her thoughts. "What do you want?" I screeched. "That is fine" she said. Liar. Her coffee was too hot. "Hon, get me a saucer" (Okay, to whomever started this stupid ritual, it is stupid and I hate it, but today, I don't argue with stupid). I gave her a bowl. "I don't have any saucers". She said, "this is what I use" Okay, another ignorant response. Now, I am not going blow by blow, but just note that this day she was NEEDY and WHINY. She felt so bad....she wanted this, she wanted that....I mean, you'd have thought I worked for her!! Then, after one of her naps, she started EEEEEEEEEtching. She yelped and hollared, and whined. She started toward me with that infernal back scratcher. I ran! I dodged her as long as I could. She caught me diving into the bathroom. So, I came out with the revenge! SOLARCAINE! I sprayed and she screamed! But 15 minutes later, she was back...."scratch my back". I then went for the aloe vera stuff that you use for sunburn because it has Lidocaine in it too. But....she still eeeeeetched! I was just plain mean. There! I admit it. I told her NO I was not scratching her back. I hate that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, I am not going blow by blow except for the good stuff, so remember she was BAD all weekend! She's on an eating kick again, and you already know how greedy she is. She wanted "one of them little chocolate drinks in the bottle" (Ensure). She had JUST eaten, but she is so freaking greedy. I got her one, but made her sit at the table. She said, "I'm going in there" pointing to the den. "No" I told her, "you are not, you spill". Made her so mad. So, being the horse's patoot that she is, she got up to go out on the deck. SMACK!!! She dropped the whole bottle and Ensure went everywhere! She is so busy....
Sunday morning she slept until 12:30. Had oatmeal basically for lunch. She was "lost" when she got up. She left the table to go to the bathroom. I followed to check on her because she was rambling through Kerry's cabinets. "Am I at your house?" she asked. I never could make her understand that she lives with me. She was up and down, down and up....busy busy busy....greedy with food and drink. She wanted something else as soon as she finished a snack or meal. But the tip of the iceberg was when we went to Dairy Queen to celebrate Father's Day with Kerry's dad, mom, and brother's family. We got there first, and got her seated in a corner seat. Kerry went to order our food, and came back with our drinks. Moma took one sip, and said, "What kind of mess is this?" I said, "coke". She said, "Well I don't like it". I reminded her that she told me at lunch that she was sick of always drinking tea. She continued to complain and was getting loud. Kerry was going to go pour it out and get her tea, and she got really loud and said, "NO!" but he went anyway. Then, she complained about the chicken and fries being "too much" but it was a kid's meal. She emptied her tea twice, Kerry had to get up and get her more. At the end of the meal, I got up to get her FREE treat. Rebekah got a dilly bar, but I got her a kid's cone, thinking this would be best. SHE HAD A FIT!!!!!!!! She talked so ugly to me. I finally told her to "shut up". Kerry got on to me, and she screamed out, "LET HER RAGE!" At this point, I wanted to hurt her. I was not nice. Kerry got on to me, and talked ugly to me over something else. I wanted to cry. Here we sit, the winners of the Dysfunctional Family of the Year and next to us is Kerry's brother's family. Kevin, a Honda employee, doing WELL! His gorgeous wife, dressed nice, happy. His son, a CARBON copy of him, University of Alabama student, doing well, and his step daughter, married and doing well (a carbon copy of her mother). They just got back from the beach and are going on a mission trip to Indiana in a few weeks (the family). The perfect little Christian family! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LIFE!!!!!!
Wonder what the rate at Gadsden Health Care is? I may check in!
Friday night, the kids went off and Kerry had to work, so I invited Mytesa up for "movie night". Could I enjoy an old Annette and Frankie beach movie with my friend? NO! She wanted a drink, and a cookie. She wanted something for itching. She was cold. And on and on....I finally made her mad so she'd go to bed. But Saturday morning....she was up bright and early at 7:30. Now, again, if you know me.....7:30 on Saturday morning?? AND you want to talk?????????????? ugh.....I walked to the pantry to get her oatmeal and she "thought" out loud...Ole oatmeal with a face to match her thoughts. "What do you want?" I screeched. "That is fine" she said. Liar. Her coffee was too hot. "Hon, get me a saucer" (Okay, to whomever started this stupid ritual, it is stupid and I hate it, but today, I don't argue with stupid). I gave her a bowl. "I don't have any saucers". She said, "this is what I use" Okay, another ignorant response. Now, I am not going blow by blow, but just note that this day she was NEEDY and WHINY. She felt so bad....she wanted this, she wanted that....I mean, you'd have thought I worked for her!! Then, after one of her naps, she started EEEEEEEEEtching. She yelped and hollared, and whined. She started toward me with that infernal back scratcher. I ran! I dodged her as long as I could. She caught me diving into the bathroom. So, I came out with the revenge! SOLARCAINE! I sprayed and she screamed! But 15 minutes later, she was back...."scratch my back". I then went for the aloe vera stuff that you use for sunburn because it has Lidocaine in it too. But....she still eeeeeetched! I was just plain mean. There! I admit it. I told her NO I was not scratching her back. I hate that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, I am not going blow by blow except for the good stuff, so remember she was BAD all weekend! She's on an eating kick again, and you already know how greedy she is. She wanted "one of them little chocolate drinks in the bottle" (Ensure). She had JUST eaten, but she is so freaking greedy. I got her one, but made her sit at the table. She said, "I'm going in there" pointing to the den. "No" I told her, "you are not, you spill". Made her so mad. So, being the horse's patoot that she is, she got up to go out on the deck. SMACK!!! She dropped the whole bottle and Ensure went everywhere! She is so busy....
Sunday morning she slept until 12:30. Had oatmeal basically for lunch. She was "lost" when she got up. She left the table to go to the bathroom. I followed to check on her because she was rambling through Kerry's cabinets. "Am I at your house?" she asked. I never could make her understand that she lives with me. She was up and down, down and up....busy busy busy....greedy with food and drink. She wanted something else as soon as she finished a snack or meal. But the tip of the iceberg was when we went to Dairy Queen to celebrate Father's Day with Kerry's dad, mom, and brother's family. We got there first, and got her seated in a corner seat. Kerry went to order our food, and came back with our drinks. Moma took one sip, and said, "What kind of mess is this?" I said, "coke". She said, "Well I don't like it". I reminded her that she told me at lunch that she was sick of always drinking tea. She continued to complain and was getting loud. Kerry was going to go pour it out and get her tea, and she got really loud and said, "NO!" but he went anyway. Then, she complained about the chicken and fries being "too much" but it was a kid's meal. She emptied her tea twice, Kerry had to get up and get her more. At the end of the meal, I got up to get her FREE treat. Rebekah got a dilly bar, but I got her a kid's cone, thinking this would be best. SHE HAD A FIT!!!!!!!! She talked so ugly to me. I finally told her to "shut up". Kerry got on to me, and she screamed out, "LET HER RAGE!" At this point, I wanted to hurt her. I was not nice. Kerry got on to me, and talked ugly to me over something else. I wanted to cry. Here we sit, the winners of the Dysfunctional Family of the Year and next to us is Kerry's brother's family. Kevin, a Honda employee, doing WELL! His gorgeous wife, dressed nice, happy. His son, a CARBON copy of him, University of Alabama student, doing well, and his step daughter, married and doing well (a carbon copy of her mother). They just got back from the beach and are going on a mission trip to Indiana in a few weeks (the family). The perfect little Christian family! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LIFE!!!!!!
Wonder what the rate at Gadsden Health Care is? I may check in!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Story
Okay, I've reeled you in with the birthday pictures, now for the story. Moma had a "big" time all day with her birthday. My sister came by with a gift for her, her great grandchildren (the others, not mine) called her to wish her a happy birthday. She got her hair all rolled up for the dinner out. She was pretty well behaved (as most children are on their birthdays). When I was fixing her hair, she kept screaming, "STOP pulling my hair!" and she'd reach up and grab my hand. But fixing her hair is a major undertaking worthy of its own post. All I can say now is GOD BLESS YOU DINAH FOR DOING HER HAIR ALL THESE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When she was finally ready to go, Kerry started out the door with her. She kept bossing him about what to do, "close my door, get my purse, etc." He had her cane and for some reason that didn't set well with her. (Remember the post on autism? She has to do it the same way every time, and I make her take her own cane) Anyway, we got her in the car, and off we go. She started messing with everything up front (Rebekah and I are in the back seat). She asked Kerry what kind of keys those were? (his work keys) He said, "keys to my airplane". She just looked at him dumbfounded. He told her that when she turned 100, he'd take her up in it. She said, "Why? cause you think my life is over anyway?" LOL At 96, she still has that wit!!
I guess the funniest thing other than telling my nephew that her birthday was "just another day to her" (yeah right, try forgetting it) was when Kelli, Todd, Abigail and little Jeffrey came in to the restaurant. She leaned over to Kerry and said, "What are they doing with that black baby?" He said, "They are keeping it for a friend". She said, "Well people are going to think that baby is theirs!" Kerry said, "I wouldn't care" She said, very agitated, "Well I WOULD!!" She was so outdone that Kelli brought that baby to her birthday supper. She kept looking at him all through dinner. Notice her expression on the pictures. She even mentioned it this morning when she got up for breakfast (at 6:37, ugh).
And this morning, she looked at her birthday cake (or what is left of it) and said, "Well..whose is this?" LOL
When she was finally ready to go, Kerry started out the door with her. She kept bossing him about what to do, "close my door, get my purse, etc." He had her cane and for some reason that didn't set well with her. (Remember the post on autism? She has to do it the same way every time, and I make her take her own cane) Anyway, we got her in the car, and off we go. She started messing with everything up front (Rebekah and I are in the back seat). She asked Kerry what kind of keys those were? (his work keys) He said, "keys to my airplane". She just looked at him dumbfounded. He told her that when she turned 100, he'd take her up in it. She said, "Why? cause you think my life is over anyway?" LOL At 96, she still has that wit!!
I guess the funniest thing other than telling my nephew that her birthday was "just another day to her" (yeah right, try forgetting it) was when Kelli, Todd, Abigail and little Jeffrey came in to the restaurant. She leaned over to Kerry and said, "What are they doing with that black baby?" He said, "They are keeping it for a friend". She said, "Well people are going to think that baby is theirs!" Kerry said, "I wouldn't care" She said, very agitated, "Well I WOULD!!" She was so outdone that Kelli brought that baby to her birthday supper. She kept looking at him all through dinner. Notice her expression on the pictures. She even mentioned it this morning when she got up for breakfast (at 6:37, ugh).
And this morning, she looked at her birthday cake (or what is left of it) and said, "Well..whose is this?" LOL
Saturday, June 13, 2009
More Birthday Pictures!
Then home to eat birthday cake and ice cream! and to open presents!!!
New House Shoes! A case of Ensure and CANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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