Yum, my coffee tastes so good today.
I love my Mom, otherwise I would be what the courts describe as one of those uncaring people that does not want their elderly parents and just lets them go to the system, basically. It's more than just that I love her, I am morally obligated to care for her and I have a responsibility to care for her in her advancing years as well. She made the choice not to care for herself, although she could do so, because she has addiction problems. She decided she wanted to take too many pills and the court decided she will live with me and my family now instead of in her own home with my brother leeching off of her.
My Mom is not happy with this choice and she does not like others making choices for her; I do not blame my Mom for that and it does strip her of a measure of her dignity. However, she did hand some of that over when she took those pills and landed herself in the ICU on three occasions. The brother of mine that lives in my Mom's house was supposed to be caring for her but had her addicted to pills, among them methadone, which he was also addicted to. Why? For his sole benefit, I can only imagine. I lost a huge chunk of respect for him and I don't know how he could expect to gain that back. Now he finds himself in a home upside down in a pointless loan (in his parents' name and as her guardian I am not paying any more on it - my father died in July ) and he has to get out and really live on his own and be responsible for once and he's 44 years old. He's his own business owner and scared about the economy and just found out he's diabetic and he's overweight. He is scared and I feel for him because he's my brother but he also has to make his own way.
My husband is bending over backwards trying to help my brother out and I am trying to help him lose weight and with his diabetes. He lives out of state and I don't think he's going to take care of himself because he's never shown signs of it before; he procrastinates and just has a whole slew of problems that I don't want to get into.
Anyway, I am one of four of my Mom's kids, the youngest, and she lives with me now. I am not bitter but I feel young to have an elderly person in my home, I don't know, it just feels strange. It does transform a life to be a caregiver. I don't do anything at night or on the weekends anyway, I wouldn't say, not socially anyway. I used to before my big falling out with my one friend when we took our trip to Tennessee with our kids. Now our stuff is limited bigtime.
I recently met a friend who has one child who hangs out with my kids; in fact her kid is over at our house today. Her kid is polite to adults and actually brilliant, a violin player and all that, likable. I like my new friend and her husband and my husband likes them too, so it is a family friendship, which I would say is rare. It is a nice friendship because finally, for once, I do not have to do all of the work. I can FINALLY say what I mean without being a shy sheep and I don't have to apologize constantly for basically being who I am. I even told her how refreshing it is to be around someone I can come out of my shell with, joke with, be normal with. Normal for me is bizarre, weird, funny, loud, talkative, interruptive, annoying, just plain dumb sometimes.
Right now, Bugles and a Cape Cod drink are definitely yummy; just a good combo. I just searched the vodka and cranberry combo and found out that it what it is called.
Today I learned that my kids' friend broke one of their newest toys. Their friend threw the toy down on the concrete outside and it chipped the toy in several places. When the kids showed it to me, I told them to confront their friend. They did and their friend promptly denied it. I then asked the kids what their friend said and they told me what happened so I told them they will now need to confront their friend's parents. To me, they need to learn a lesson by dealing with issues involving their own belongings and appreciation of such. It is a pain having a kid over who is rough, bordering violent on occasion, with the kids' things.
Back to the stuff with my Mom; she is depressed most of the time. She said she needs time to deal with the fact that she's losing her house. The house is worth nothing and she does not need anything from the house. But she is by default a negative and depressed person. I feel very badly for her because she is very dear and she has led a good, long life. She can be a loving person and is very loved by many people.
I want to continue to show a loving attitude toward her and show respect to her. I want to show respect to my husband and love to him and my Mom will see how much I love him. Even though I am young, I can handle her living here with our family and I think she will be happy being here, living with us.
I love my Mom, otherwise I would be what the courts describe as one of those uncaring people that does not want their elderly parents and just lets them go to the system, basically. It's more than just that I love her, I am morally obligated to care for her and I have a responsibility to care for her in her advancing years as well. She made the choice not to care for herself, although she could do so, because she has addiction problems. She decided she wanted to take too many pills and the court decided she will live with me and my family now instead of in her own home with my brother leeching off of her.
My Mom is not happy with this choice and she does not like others making choices for her; I do not blame my Mom for that and it does strip her of a measure of her dignity. However, she did hand some of that over when she took those pills and landed herself in the ICU on three occasions. The brother of mine that lives in my Mom's house was supposed to be caring for her but had her addicted to pills, among them methadone, which he was also addicted to. Why? For his sole benefit, I can only imagine. I lost a huge chunk of respect for him and I don't know how he could expect to gain that back. Now he finds himself in a home upside down in a pointless loan (in his parents' name and as her guardian I am not paying any more on it - my father died in July ) and he has to get out and really live on his own and be responsible for once and he's 44 years old. He's his own business owner and scared about the economy and just found out he's diabetic and he's overweight. He is scared and I feel for him because he's my brother but he also has to make his own way.
My husband is bending over backwards trying to help my brother out and I am trying to help him lose weight and with his diabetes. He lives out of state and I don't think he's going to take care of himself because he's never shown signs of it before; he procrastinates and just has a whole slew of problems that I don't want to get into.
Anyway, I am one of four of my Mom's kids, the youngest, and she lives with me now. I am not bitter but I feel young to have an elderly person in my home, I don't know, it just feels strange. It does transform a life to be a caregiver. I don't do anything at night or on the weekends anyway, I wouldn't say, not socially anyway. I used to before my big falling out with my one friend when we took our trip to Tennessee with our kids. Now our stuff is limited bigtime.
I recently met a friend who has one child who hangs out with my kids; in fact her kid is over at our house today. Her kid is polite to adults and actually brilliant, a violin player and all that, likable. I like my new friend and her husband and my husband likes them too, so it is a family friendship, which I would say is rare. It is a nice friendship because finally, for once, I do not have to do all of the work. I can FINALLY say what I mean without being a shy sheep and I don't have to apologize constantly for basically being who I am. I even told her how refreshing it is to be around someone I can come out of my shell with, joke with, be normal with. Normal for me is bizarre, weird, funny, loud, talkative, interruptive, annoying, just plain dumb sometimes.
Right now, Bugles and a Cape Cod drink are definitely yummy; just a good combo. I just searched the vodka and cranberry combo and found out that it what it is called.
Today I learned that my kids' friend broke one of their newest toys. Their friend threw the toy down on the concrete outside and it chipped the toy in several places. When the kids showed it to me, I told them to confront their friend. They did and their friend promptly denied it. I then asked the kids what their friend said and they told me what happened so I told them they will now need to confront their friend's parents. To me, they need to learn a lesson by dealing with issues involving their own belongings and appreciation of such. It is a pain having a kid over who is rough, bordering violent on occasion, with the kids' things.
Back to the stuff with my Mom; she is depressed most of the time. She said she needs time to deal with the fact that she's losing her house. The house is worth nothing and she does not need anything from the house. But she is by default a negative and depressed person. I feel very badly for her because she is very dear and she has led a good, long life. She can be a loving person and is very loved by many people.
I want to continue to show a loving attitude toward her and show respect to her. I want to show respect to my husband and love to him and my Mom will see how much I love him. Even though I am young, I can handle her living here with our family and I think she will be happy being here, living with us.
