Until I leave this place. I don’t know that I’ll be back. I’m happy to be going back to my own home, my kidlets who I try not to think about when I’m gone from them, and my busy life.
To summize. Older folks are difficult. Let’s see:
When I can’t hear her: she yells at me.
When she can’t hear me: she yells at me.
When she gets something wrong (like the time of an event): she yells at me (because of course it was my error not hers).
If she doesn’t get what she wants: she reverts to a tantrum the scale of a toddlers, only with a lot more yelling.
And she complains incessantly. 🙄🙄🙄
I love this woman. Thankfully, because otherwise this whole thing would have been sheer misery and not just a bit depressing.
As soon as we get back from our outing today I have to walk 10 blocks to CVS to get her Drano, water and paper towels. She refuses to let the maintenance men into her apartment so I have to take care of the slow kitchen sink before I leave.
I don’t feel like I accomplished much here, as far as helping her long term situation. I cleaned. I got her diatamaceous earth for the fleas she doesn’t have, but roaches she probably has. I bought her a fan and replaced some things that were moldy and old: like her bathmat and showerhead. Hopefully it will make it worthwhile for her, because I can’t tell if she has liked having me here or not with all the yelling. Lol
I jest…..of course.
But I also need to sleep a bit before the shuttle gets me at 4am. I may be too excited to sleep. I hate flying but I think I’ll enjoy this one.
I might even clap as we land. 😉❣️