baymule
Sustainability Master
I guess this is how my mind works. Extra grease guns? Haha grease up your creaky joints! I wish it was that simple for my crappy knees.
I agree with you there, Beekissed. I remember when I was cleaning out my mom's house after she passed-- we found 6 pairs of scissors, 4 irons (she never ironed clothes since I was a little girl) and 10 cartons of salt (each one opened with about 1/4 teaspoon taken out). Oh, and I found her missing garden sprayer- she'd stashed it in the (thankfully disconnected) oven. Why disconnected? She had Alzheimers, and towards the end, having a working source of fire in the house gave me the heebee-jeebees; so I drove over every day with hot food for her.
Don't be afraid to label everything. It helps when living with other people of any age.
Bee, it sounds like your Mom is going down that road that none of us want to go down. We certainly don't want to see our parents start that slide downward. It goes a little at a time, but it is steady and it goes until it is gone. Big hugs to you. I know yours is a journey of love.
Been there, done that!
@Beekissed if I didn't like you for ANY other reason (not the case!), I'd really like you just based on your love and respect and care for your mom. The time and patience and love required can be overwhelming at times, but being willing to take that journey at her side is worth it.
You may actually find as your father gets worse that your relationship changes for the better. My mom was abusive and resentful of me (I think it started when, as a new-born, I stole center stage from her... so sad). But as her condition progressed, she forgot who I was... decided I was her older sister, and then her mother. For the first and only time in her life she treated me with friendship and love. I still treasure those last months.