Forgot, this morning, while getting a teacup out of the cupboard, a stupid killeeshik fell out of the cupboard onto the counter, and I winced, sure enough Grandma came running out of her room about all the racket. In the mornings I know how to open each doorknob with the precision of a thief not to make a single sound, although that is not possible, and she hears even the slightest click and there is the bump of the other two closed bedroom doors from the wind pressure from opening my door ever so slowly.
I just can't stand it when people are mean to my kids.
Tomorrow Mitch does the "sitting' here again, only he will be at the house all day. I'm a bit upset that Kathy went to Serena's w/o my permission for the weekend. I would have wanted her to give Mitch a break.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Silly
I blogged the week and then pressed "save now". But don't know how to find it. So, who cares to know the horrifics of the week past and what Grandma eats and how and when she goes to the bathroom? Goes to show I should write and post everyday if I'm gonna do this thing.
Poor Mitch. Today he came home at 7 pm w/Andrew (well before dark) and the greeting he gets when he comes in the door is Grandma yelling at him because he did not call her a second time. He called to let her know that he will be home before dark.
Kind Mary takes care of Andrew and picks Mitch up from school on Friday's now. I told them they ought to go to McD's and the movies after. I took Mitch to school, took Andrew to Mary's and went to work. Mitch called me @ work to see if a 4 pm movie would be too late to come home and take care of Grandma. He even offered to call and let her know he would be home before dark. He did that and still gets the welcome he got. No one looks forward to coming home here. Mitch is so kind to Grandma, he made her dinner, and did her bidding, she calls upon him every ten minutes sometimes, yelling from the couch, just to say something like "oh, the killeeshek was good".
Mitch wants to move out when he turns 18 or soon as possible. Taking care of Grandma and Andrew... I will miss him so much.
Poor Mitch. Today he came home at 7 pm w/Andrew (well before dark) and the greeting he gets when he comes in the door is Grandma yelling at him because he did not call her a second time. He called to let her know that he will be home before dark.
Kind Mary takes care of Andrew and picks Mitch up from school on Friday's now. I told them they ought to go to McD's and the movies after. I took Mitch to school, took Andrew to Mary's and went to work. Mitch called me @ work to see if a 4 pm movie would be too late to come home and take care of Grandma. He even offered to call and let her know he would be home before dark. He did that and still gets the welcome he got. No one looks forward to coming home here. Mitch is so kind to Grandma, he made her dinner, and did her bidding, she calls upon him every ten minutes sometimes, yelling from the couch, just to say something like "oh, the killeeshek was good".
Mitch wants to move out when he turns 18 or soon as possible. Taking care of Grandma and Andrew... I will miss him so much.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Today is Still Not Over
About 9 pm Grandma is sleeping on the couch. Gently ask her is she wants to go to bed. "NO, why should I, too many people walking, closing doors, going back and forth." "I will go to bed when everyone else does!"
I ask if she drank enough water today, don't want her de-hydrated in the heat. I will have to monitor that from this day on, of course.
Have to watch her until she goes to sleep, Andrew will not fall asleep until I lay in bed w/him. Mitch is on his computer. He is such a help.
Now, Grandma is FINALLY GOING DOWN THE HALL!!!, She goes to the bathroom, stops in the hall and is stressing about tomorrow, "Yes, I am going to work, yes, Mitch and Andrew are going to school" "When! When! When!" she is upset. I tell her the usual times, that it is okay, she can go to bed now. How sad.
I ask if she drank enough water today, don't want her de-hydrated in the heat. I will have to monitor that from this day on, of course.
Have to watch her until she goes to sleep, Andrew will not fall asleep until I lay in bed w/him. Mitch is on his computer. He is such a help.
Now, Grandma is FINALLY GOING DOWN THE HALL!!!, She goes to the bathroom, stops in the hall and is stressing about tomorrow, "Yes, I am going to work, yes, Mitch and Andrew are going to school" "When! When! When!" she is upset. I tell her the usual times, that it is okay, she can go to bed now. How sad.
Another Day
Grandma is fine. She had the tray this morning. The tray is the: instant coffee and dry-coffee mate containers, sugar cubes (6) or so, 3/4 cup of whole milk, boiled water that has whistled in the tea kettle put into a specific coffee cup, a teaspoon, and a piece of lemon cake, and napkins. I arrange this and bring it to the couch where she sits when she is not in bed. I make sure she takes her morning medicine.
Then I turn the TV on and find something she likes. It is only about 2 channels she watches. Weekends are a bit more difficult, and this is the weekend. I make my tea and go outside to drink it and Grandma is yelling, angry yelling, over and over,l I run in fast, she wants the dining room light turned off. How the heck it got on I do not know. I turn it off and ask her if she is okay. She is not okay, and wants to yell more about the light.
For late lunch/dinner she had Whopper w/cheese, fries, onion rings. I promise not to toss the leftovers and add them to the pile in the fridge.
92 degrees in Pomona today! The weather is good for Grandma. The cold bothers her. We had the front door open today off and on. About 7:30 pm I went to the store to buy fresh milk and replace the two boxes of sugar-free lemoncake I bought by accident the other day with non sugar-free. The sun was going down and getting to the 70's and the sunset was so pretty, I thought how nice the house would be with a breeze now between the front and back door.
Mitch helped me carry the stuff in right away. He shut the front door before I could even open the back door for air. Grandma had wanted the front door shut some time ago.
Yesterday, Grandma was hollering from the couch, Hey!, Hey!, something, something, I ran in the liv. rm. she is angry because of the violence on the TV. Ohmy! I thought, did Bonanza or MASH start right after 3 episodes of Golden Girls?! What could she possibly be watching? She is mad, says there are only men fighting on TV and no women in the show whatsoever. I take the remote to find something else, and to see what violent show upset her so much, it was Happy Days, LOL.
It's 9:05, grandma is napping sitting up in the dark liv. rm. but she does not want to go to bed. We try to be quiet and pay attention at the same time. The not so "quiet ghetto" is having a huge party down the street right now.
Then I turn the TV on and find something she likes. It is only about 2 channels she watches. Weekends are a bit more difficult, and this is the weekend. I make my tea and go outside to drink it and Grandma is yelling, angry yelling, over and over,l I run in fast, she wants the dining room light turned off. How the heck it got on I do not know. I turn it off and ask her if she is okay. She is not okay, and wants to yell more about the light.
For late lunch/dinner she had Whopper w/cheese, fries, onion rings. I promise not to toss the leftovers and add them to the pile in the fridge.
92 degrees in Pomona today! The weather is good for Grandma. The cold bothers her. We had the front door open today off and on. About 7:30 pm I went to the store to buy fresh milk and replace the two boxes of sugar-free lemoncake I bought by accident the other day with non sugar-free. The sun was going down and getting to the 70's and the sunset was so pretty, I thought how nice the house would be with a breeze now between the front and back door.
Mitch helped me carry the stuff in right away. He shut the front door before I could even open the back door for air. Grandma had wanted the front door shut some time ago.
Yesterday, Grandma was hollering from the couch, Hey!, Hey!, something, something, I ran in the liv. rm. she is angry because of the violence on the TV. Ohmy! I thought, did Bonanza or MASH start right after 3 episodes of Golden Girls?! What could she possibly be watching? She is mad, says there are only men fighting on TV and no women in the show whatsoever. I take the remote to find something else, and to see what violent show upset her so much, it was Happy Days, LOL.
It's 9:05, grandma is napping sitting up in the dark liv. rm. but she does not want to go to bed. We try to be quiet and pay attention at the same time. The not so "quiet ghetto" is having a huge party down the street right now.
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