Okay I’m a week late, I know. Really hard day that started well. My boys spoiled me with breakfast in bed.

After getting my own mother taken care of. Toileting, dressing and fed. I thought I had time to enjoy myself. But I was mistaken. An hour later I walk into a biohazard ☣ disaster.

Tried to get her clean again, fighting me every step. I walked out twice only to return to more mess. She won’t undress, she slaps my hands away, hollering “don’t do that!” Showering is all but impossible. I tried to use as many wipes as possible.

I honestly broke down crying. I don’t cry. I hate crying. The cumulative of “happy mothers day!” wishes and posts did me in.

By the afternoon I decided an attitude adjustment was necessary. Deep breathing and lots of praying. I made it through.

We actually had a great moment, just mom and I in the kitchen while I was fixing strawberry shortcake for dessert. Shaun was in the back yard with Joann and Shan. Mom was stuck to my hip as usual, but this time in a great mood. Loving, dancing and laughing. I have no idea what she was saying, but it was funny and we both had a good laugh. I’m sure mine was more manic, but it was what I needed.

Then the next day I got a much needed acknowledgment from Andrea. A mother’s day gift in the mail for not just mom, but me too! So thoughtful 💕, I had just been eyeing this exact egg dispenser. THANK YOU ANDREA!

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I'm trying to live the most meaningful and intentional life possible. Minimalist, Vegetarian, Fierce protector of a full night sleep, Mother, Wife, Daughter -caretaker, Sister, Friend, Nurse. Sharing day to day life with family and friends. A quest to minimize effects of Alzheimer's Disease. View all posts by KaGardn1