Month: January 2020

4:10 PM – I’m not sure what’s going on with Mom today. Several times, I’ve heard the door upstairs open and seen her stand at the top of the stairs, then turn around and go back up. She’s got to be needing the bathroom pretty bad by now, not to mention being thirsty and hungry. I don’t know if she thinks she’s not allowed to come down or what but I figure it’ll get to the point where she just can’t hold it anymore and she’ll make her way down.

4:45 PM – It must have finally gotten to be too much for her. She finally, slowly, made her way down the stairs and went to the bathroom.

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.

7:00 PM – I was trying to find one of my crochet books so I could finish a baby afghan that I started earlier this year and it wasn’t where I had it (in a closet in the master bedroom.) After some searching, I found all of my crochet items stuffed in her closet in her bedroom. When asked, of course she didn’t put them there. *eyeroll* My guess, she probably thought the stuff was her Mom’s.

The more I think about it, the more I think I’ll just continue eating a crappy diet so that I’m dead long before I get to the point where Mom is. This is hell and I’m sure it’s not much of a picnic for her either.

HAPPY F’ING NEW YEAR!