Month: February 2019

5:15 PM – Mom asked me: “How’s your invention coming along?” I didn’t know I was inventing anything, but asked her what she was talking about and she replied, “Aren’t you inventing some kind of vibrator that scares critters away?” Hell, it sounds like she’s got more of an imagination than I do, maybe she should invent something. For the record, I wouldn’t bother coming up with anything since we don’t HAVE a “critter problem.” One groundhog nesting under the shed is not a problem. A family of groundhogs LIVING under the shed would be a problem.

12:30 AM – Mom just came downstairs and said: “I don’t know how you missed it, but I just had 2 boys come in my room and try to take my robe.” Her robe is hanging on her door. I tried to tell her that I had been down here and no one has been upstairs or I would have seen them. She wouldn’t have it. She was sure someone had been up there. She went ahead and went to the bathroom and went back upstairs a few minutes later.

9:00 AM – I caught Mom talking to my couch this morning. I stood right behind her and heard her tell it, “Come out of there. How can you breath in there?” She waited for a minute then said, “Come on.” I asked her who she was talking to and she turned around and looked at me and said, “You.” She then claimed that I had a habit of crawling behind either the couch itself or behind the couch cushions. I’m not sure how a fat man like me manages to do that! There’s only about 3″ behind the couch and the cushions on the back of the couch are sewn on, so no way to get behind those. She decided to go back to bed. She must have been up most of the night or something.

5:00 PM – I woke up to find another note:

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First, I dated this wrong. I had just woke up to find this and right away wrote 1-12-19 on it instead of 2-12-19. I’ve corrected that on the original. Then, Mom opened her note with “Boys.” This is something really common with her as she believes that there are a bunch of people that live here for some reason. Moving on, I think I would have noticed if the neighbors were outside shooting things (“critters” if you’re not aware of what she’s talking about, and I don’t know what kind of critters). For the record, in the time that I’ve lived here, I’ve never heard neighbors shooting anything, although I have heard gunfire from the police shooting range. I guess helping the neighbors would help their attitudes. I don’t know why she believes that we don’t get along with the neighbors. This has come up before with her, but I can’t seem to get anything that clarifies it from her. She then also mentions that I came up with a vibrator that scares them. This is news to me! Maybe her brain is trying to explain the constant vibration she clams to feel (there are no vibrations, so I don’t know what she feels. I’ve even placed cups of water on the counters to show her there’s no vibrations.) Her side note claims that right now they are sleeping, odd that they’d be sleeping, but yet the neighbors are shooting them.

For a solution to this: I’m not even sure a nursing home would help. With the way she acts, I wonder if the “critters” would follow her to one and she’d be in the same situation. I’m at a loss!

10:45 AM – Mom is sitting out in the kitchen having a conversation with my jackets that are hanging on a brick on the wall. It seems to be about how she thinks she’s paying all the bills on social security (she’s not) while I’m being really irresponsible spinning the tires off my car and showing off (I’m not) and being too busy to take her to the grocery story (I pick up her groceries as she needs them. She hasn’t run out of anything). Something about how I have to qualify for a loan for the house… there was a group of people that was going to buy this house (back to that again) and it starts over again it sounds like. It sounds like she thinks I’ve come to her asking for a loan… I haven’t. After a few minutes of this, I went out to the kitchen and grabbed my jackets and hung them up with the rest of the coats so I could try to get some sleep for work tonight.

1:00 AM – Mom just came downstairs and said, “Shannon, I just got told that I’m dead!” I let her know that it must have been a dream because it was only the 2 of us here and I didn’t say it. Besides, if she was dead, would she be walking downstairs to tell me that and would I have heard her? She replied that that made sense. She went to the bathroom and is hopefully going to go back upstairs and go back to sleep without any problems.

5:00 AM – Mom came downstairs and wanted to know why her bed was in a break room. She said that someone was sitting on her bed (how rude!) I just told her to go to the bathroom and go back to bed. She did.

10:45 PM – Mom made a comment about not knowing if everyone upstairs was going to stick with us. When I asked about “everyone,” she said everyone that was sitting upstairs (she was watching TV). I still can’t figure out where all these people are sitting. There’s one chair upstairs in the TV room and one little chair at her little desk in her bedroom plus her bed. The way she talks, you’d think it was a huge room full of chairs and beds! Anyway, she got a small drink of water and went upstairs to go to bed.

4:00 PM – Mom came downstairs with remotes in hand asking which one she used. I went upstairs with her to get them sorted out and noticed that she had pieces of cardboard clothes-pinned to the mini-blind and asked her about it. She said that she had looked outside and a great big bird that looked prehistoric flew up and it was looking at her and she dove on the floor so it wouldn’t see her. She pinned up the cardboard so it couldn’t see her when she was sitting there. While expressing my amazement that a bird was now causing her problems, she said, “I know, you’re my brother and you’re Mr. Perfect.” I asked, “You’re brother?” she then thought about it and said, “Shannon, Jeremy, Chris and Troy. You’re Shannon, my oldest son.” A bird though?????

4:00 P.M. – I woke up at about 3:30 this afternoon and heard Mom upstairs praying. I kept hearing mention of rats and how dangerous they were and only you have the power. I have been hearing her praying an awful lot lately and when I can catch anything, it usually seems to be about the subject of “critters.” In fact, I can hear whispers from her in the kitchen right now. So anyway, I got up to fix some coffee and found this note on the counter:

So it definitely seems that the “critters,” while not physically, are mentally consuming her to the point where moving is something that she thinks will solve the problem. I guess there wouldn’t be “critters” somewhere else?? I imagine there will be critters at a nursing home, too.