What will this new year bring?

Spent time with Mum today. It was fulfilling, but a bit frustrating. I am having a bit of difficulty accepting that my Mummy is old. For now, with this Blog having not met its intended goal, I will focus instead on my Running2Remake blog.

Adjusting

Mum actually called me after I left a message! I remembered to call her back because she now has out-of-state calling costs. Initially, she said that she was a bit bored. I am glad that she is honest with me, and I would not tell her not to tell me her feelings, but hearing that she is bored brings me so many emotions -- I wish I were there, it's better than an alternative, you could be doing so many things.... Anyway, the recurring "bored" comment, though irritating, is minor.

Mum told me that she was planning to go to mass. This social engagement was going to conflict with the extra care visit. If Mum were home by 6pm, then all would be well. I decided that the burden would be minimal -- Mum would get to mass, the most important thing. She would miss McDonald's, and perhaps a trip to the grocery store, but....

I called Jean and asked if she could get Mum home by 6pm. No problem. Mum seemed to be okay with this arrangement. Adjusting one step at a time, I decided that this was the best resolution for today.

I thanked Mum for cooperating. She replied, "I try."

Mum called me at about 5:20 to tell me she was home, and to ask me what she now shoujld do. I explained, and have not heard back from her.

Certainly, I am too caught up in the details, but I am not sure what to do about that. Another day is done....

Mummy Moment

This evening, I went into my room and had a Mummy moment. During the day, I had spread out stuff on my bed. Then, getting caught up doing other things, the stuff sat in various piles. Those piles certainly were not going to be dealt with tonight, and, therefore, the piles were stacked ever so neatly into a container. Mummy's mostly were made of cardboard. Tonight, mine was a laundry basket, as it was handy from having done laundry throughout the day.

I recall so many nights on which the bed had to be cleaned off before slept in. Alas, I now recall a difference. Mummy's bed always was made before the stuff was added -- how could you leave your bed unmade? My bed was unmade today, as often is the case. With that difference, and the fact that my sheets do not get changed on a weekly basis, I breath a sigh of relief before heading to bed.

Adjusting

I still have to write about Thanskgiving, which went well. However
today's tribulation involved dinner and the new services. When I
called Mum shortly before 5pm, she was heading down to the dining room
with her neighbor. I reminded her that G was due to come, but that
she probably would be fine. We decided that Mum would leave a note as
to her whereabouts. I wonder how she did. I am trying not to get
caught up in the scheduling details, but....

The rest of the evening revolved around dinner at home with my
stepchildren. I still have to finish the dishes, and do more work for
my job. Busy is good?

Mum murmers

Tonight, I spoke to her! She is fine. She told me all about her bingo partner last night, LVM, including how much Mum thinks that LVM is like her dad.

Mum said that Gloria came tonight. Mum didn't recall the time. Mum didn't have too much to say about it, except that Gloria fixed dinner. I forgot to ask what she fixed. Mum thinks that Gloria doesn't need to fix dinner. I told her that dinner was not one of the stated duties. I tried to explain that Mum is going to have to tell me what she likes and doesn't like about this additional help/care, or whatever it might be called. I am not sure that Mum will be able to do that, but.... Perhaps ideas will come on how to make this work most beneficially.

Mum said that Gloria didn't come last night because it was bingo night. Mum told Gloria not to come. I don't think that I like this, but.... I will have to see if Gloria bills for last night. The schedule should work such that Gloria comes before Mum walks down the hall to bingo.

Mum recalled that Davey came to check out the telephone. Of all the things I thought we would have to deal with, the telephone was not one of them. Oh well, more evidence of the expression -- life happens when you're making other plans.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! We shall see what it brings....

Added care

The nightly check/care began Monday. I haven't yet gotten an update.
No news is good news?

Trying to talk

yesterday, I called Mum about 4 times from late afternoon until mid evening. The answering machine came on and then the line was busy. After remembering that bingo was last night's event, I was going to try again after 9pm. However, then I got caught up in my chores and work. I will try to talk again today.