I'm winding down my weekend visit to see Mom. It's been both eventful and not...as in, I haven't really done much besides hang out with Lo-bug. But that in itself is rather an exhausting experience.
First, I have even MORE love and appreciation for my sibs who are taking turns being with Mom on a daily basis. This is a JOB, people.
Her memory is definitely of the short-term variety (like about 2 minutes lol). Friday afternoon, I spent a solid two hours explaining to her (over and over) where her car is, why she is no longer able to drive, how her kids are not 'imprisoning' her in her home, who comes to be with her every day, who lives with her. She is 'stuck' on the car question, I guess it signifies a loss of independence/realization that she is indeed growing old. I was in tears by the end of the two hours, it's so hard to see her completely unable to retain a thought for more than a couple of minutes. Maybe she was just having a bad day :-( and other times she's more with it.
I tried to get her to go for a walk but no dice. If she can't go in her own car (and drive it), she ain't going. She is sure it has been stolen, hopefully someone has alerted the Shoreline PD that they should disregard any missing car calls from her lol.
I head home today glad I came and hoping she enjoyed my visit. But also to let my own kids know they should put me in the home the minute I can no longer do the New York Times crossword in ink. Or just use the black needle on me, I'm fine with that.