Rather than add this to my Song Lyric Sunday post, I thought I’d write a separate one. Some people don’t care about my crazy life, some people don’t care about the songs, but some people like both… the “both” people get two posts😲
Let’s start this little Catch Up on Thor’sDay, March 10th. I had made plans to have breakfast with my mother. I didn’t really wanna have breakfast with my mother, but it had been months since we’d gotten together and family obligations… yadda yadda yadda🤦🏼♀️
She was supposed to pick me up at 7:30am. I was ready, waiting and had texted her to let me know when she arrived. By 7:45am I was wondering if she was gonna flake… part of me hoped she would, not gonna lie. Then I heard a car horn going off in the parking lot outside my window. There was my mother🙄 I grabbed my stuff, told Daughter I was headed out, and went to meet her. She beeped a few more times🙄🙄 When I asked her why she hadn’t just texted me, or called me (shudder) she told me she couldn’t find her phone.
She is losing her memory. She is aware of this and says she has Advanced Directive and Power Of Attorney paperwork, she just hasn’t completed it. I may have to sit down with her and make her complete it, then off to the Notary, etc.
Off we headed to Dennys for breakfast and chatting. She gave me a drawing that I’d wanted since the artist made it for her in 1979, and she gave me a peridot ring my grandmother had gotten for her 16th birthday in 1945.
The breakfast and the conversation concerned me. Her memory has huge holes in it… like forgetting she had surgery on her thyroid and she got “lost” while running errands recently. I want her to get that paperwork done first. Then I want her to discuss this with her doctor. Maybe there’s something they can do to slow down what appears to be Dementia or Alzheimer’s🤷🏼♀️ She doesn’t live alone, and our relationship is complicated, otherwise I’d be much more proactive.
After being dropped back at home, I had errands, then Ben got home, and Daughter had work that night… Casa Cuckoo stuff.
FriedDay was the chaos of putting Ben on the GLYSB, then going to pick Daughter up from work. More errands… the usual… until I got a phone call from one of my ex’s brothers. I let it go to voice-mail. Before I could listen to the voice-mail, I got a text saying “please call me as soon as you can” UGH! The voice-mail mail said the same thing… just call me back.
I debated about calling because this brother used to call me when he was drunk and boo hoo for hours. It was tedious. But I was also wondering if something happened to my ex or their mother. I listened to the voice-mail again and it was slightly garbled, but he’d told me he has Parkinson’s when I’d contacted him after my ex sent that 14 page letter a couple years ago.
I called. He was drunk🤦🏼♀️ I talked to him and offered support as long as I could, but Ben was getting upset with me being unavailable and I was getting irritated with the drunk B.S. He asked if he could come out here and I told him no. I know it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but I don’t want him here. The conversation kinda fell apart after that. Plus, he’d been steadily drinking more the entire hour plus that we’d been talking. GAH!
Daughter got triggered by the random call from that side of the family and spent the next week in Mental Health Crisis. I tried to help her and still keep the Casa running and Ben cared for… It was draining and it was difficult. Daughter is very fond of her wine and it didn’t help with her emotions.
I was often frustrated because it seemed that she was purposely upsetting herself and dwelling on things… like picking a scab to make it bleed, then being upset that it was bleeding. Meanwhile Ben is still Ben and he’s super sensitive to mood changes… and weather changes, which we also had🤦🏼♀️, so he was acting out more. It was just a lot, a LOT for me to handle.
Somehow I managed though and things seem to be smoothing out. Ben has Spring Break coming up so I’m not making any plans til the first week of April. I’m just taking each day as it comes, and trying to keep things chill.
That’s my update… it doesn’t read like it was as much as it felt like.🤷🏼♀️ How are you guys doing? I admit that I haven’t been reading as often the past few weeks, but I do think about all my Blogging Buddies. Feel free to contact me by email if you wanna chat. I’m in my email several times a day… WP, not so much.