Kind of like a roller coaster ride.
I left Kingston about 10:15 this morning with my Mom. Had to put some gas in my very low tank and then wash my extremely dirty car, and then head to our Edmond home. It was a happy, fun, relaxing ride with Mom. She does so very well 95% of the time. She was so sweet today, I enjoyed being with her very much.
We stopped half way for lunch at Braum's. She had her usual children-size chicken nuggets and a tiny pack of fries. She loved it, and there were no complaints.
As I was standing at the drink counter, a nice younger lady was standing there waiting next to me. For SOME STRANGE REASON I mentioned to her that I had ordered my 89-year old Mom a child's meal. She responded that she knew exactly what I was talking about, because her Mom and Dad always ordered the kid's meal too. Her Dad had dementia and just recently passed away. I told her that was a blessing as long as he was ready to go. She said that he was a Christian, and he was very ready to go.
Isn't it fun how two complete strangers will strike up a conversation and have something very much in common?
We left and had a very pleasant ride for the next hour. We arrived at our home, and I ushered Mom into the house. THAT is when things got a bit bumpy.
My Mom was quite confused and wanted to know where her room was and where her bathroom was and where her toothbrush was and where her fingernail file was -- and I handed her one -- and she said, "NO! Not that one!" -- and she wanted to know where her clothes were going to be and how she was going to find them and where were her slippers, and on and on and on ........
I was very patient with her because I have learned to be patient and loving because SHE CAN'T HELP IT. After about an hour, she started to settle in, and she unpacked all of her things and put them away in her dresser and bathroom drawers.
I had asked for a family member to come help me this afternoon for a few hours so I could have some time to run and get some groceries for this house. I was given a very pleasant reply of, "Sure, I have the ENTIRE day free."
Turned out, my request was taken as a major imposition.
That was the "heavy blow" part of the ride.
I received a very nasty message about how awful my Mom is, and that I should not expect anyone to show up here to help me with her -- and if they do, I should be grateful -- even if they can't come when they told me they would be here, and even if they don't tell me that.
It is the HARDEST thing for me to understand. WHY can't people be CONSIDERATE of each other? Especially, a family member. A nice call or text explaining that something came up and they will be arriving at whatever time -- or not -- would have been so acceptable and understandable. She texted she couldn't come when I needed her, but "soon". "Soon" means different things to different people. My husband's "soon" could be three days! I was just trying to get something done before a 4:00 appointment, and I had very little time to do it.
So my heart was hurt and I felt like a complete failure -- AGAIN! -- and I decided that it is just me and my Mom against the world. Boo hoo hoo. Pity party time.
BUT THEN...
Don't you just LOVE the "BUT THEN's"!
I was in and out from the car to the kitchen and the bedrooms 50 times bringing things in from the car. Every time I came in, my Mom had a question about something. She doesn't mean to be a pest, but sometimes, she just is. Her brain doesn't fire right these days, and her memory doesn't exist. She can't help it, and I tell myself that a thousand times a day.
"Be PATIENT, Joy, be PATIENT!" There, but for the grace of God, go I!
So on one of my many trips to put something away, I heard something at the front door. I thought, "Oh, No! I hope Mom hasn't gone outside!"
I went to the front door to see, and there was a box on the front porch from the mailman. My new internet friend, Shari Marie, had asked for my mailing address, so I figured it must be from her. I quickly opened the door and scooped up the box.
Shari Marie had mentioned to me a few days ago that she was PRACTICING making frosted cookies for some affair coming up. I jokingly (sort of) mentioned that I LOVE frosted cookies, and she could send the rejects to me.
WELL, guess what????
She really did send them!
HOWEVER, they are FAR from being rejects. They look like they are from a fancy bakery. I took a picture so you can see.
The flower is NOT BROKEN. I had already started nibbling on it before I thought to snap a photo.
So, of course, being a really good friend, I texted Shari Marie that she should definitely keep practicing because these disappeared way too fast, and to keep sending the rejects.
Shari Marie also sent something she made for my new baby, Luke, but I haven't opened it. I want Lauren to see how it was sent. I am sure it is darling, and I will show you soon what it is.
The only other time I have ever gotten cookies in the mail was when my friend, Jolene, sent them to me after a surgical procedure I had done. It is the MOST marvelous gift. I froze the ones Jolene sent and took one out of the freezer "as needed" for medicinal purposes only.
I'll be back soon with news about the new Home Care Assistance company I have hired here in Edmond. They are sending a lady named Noella to sit with Mom next week while I am away at the B-Sew Inn classes. She is 20 something and has worked for this company three years. I hope we love her like we love Dorine in Kingston. I told Dorine this morning that I wished she could just come up here with us. She said, "Maybe someday."
Bedtime here.
Hugs, Joy
