10:30 AM – Mom came downstairs with her purse over her shoulder and walked into the kitchen. I could hear her out there talking to herself (or someone she thought was there.) I asked her why she had her purse and she said, “I thought someone said we were going shopping.” I just let her know that no, we don’t need anything today, so she went back upstairs.
2:10 PM – Mom came downstairs (after slamming a door upstairs) with a pissed off look on her face. I heard her talking in the kitchen, so listened in for a bit and heard her praying asking for god to “Let Jerry see that this is not necessary.” She was covering her head with her hands, so I’m guessing that “Jerry” was drumming, yelling or something. She then got up and went to the bathroom, then went back upstairs. She didn’t even look over at me, so maybe she thinks I’m “Jerry” and is the one causing all her problems. Who knows.