I took my mother to the nursing home yesterday morning. My dad smiled at us and when I told him I loved him he said he loved me too. Then he asked if they were all out of uniforms so I think perhaps he thought I was a nurse. Oh well. I pushed my mom’s wheelchair as close to his bed as I could and she picked up his hand and said "I love you Joe" and he smiled slightly and said "a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck?" She laughed and said yes. It made her so happy.
He sleeps a lot but he did that at home as well. He just kept asking for his pants and his shoes but he didn’t seem to mind too much when we left. It was a hard visit but perhaps it will get easier.
In other news…..I’ve been so caught up with this stuff that I failed to let you know that Owen, yes–my sweet pea Owen—-the little guy that smelled like a baked good when he was a baby and that I love so much…..well that person, that very same person…..brought a snake in the house. Now granted it was in a plastic tub with a lid but just the same he brought a frigging SNAKE in my house. I was on the phone with my mother of course so I just ‘calmly’ said, IS THAT A SNAKE GET THAT THING OUT OF THE HOUSE YOU NEVER EVER BRING A SNAKE IN HERE DO YOU HEAR ME GET THAT OUT OF HER ERNEST YOUR SON BROUGHT A SNAKE IN HERE GET HIM OUT OF HERE AND TALK TO HIM NOBODY EVER BRINGS A SNAKE IN THIS HOUSE GET THAT THING OUT OF HERE. and so forth.
Owen seemed to feel rather guilty (as he should) and kept telling me it wasn’t his idea and I said BUT YOU WERE THE ONE CARRYING IT IN HERE and then he just looked sad and said I was making him feel bad. DAMN RIGHT you better feel bad….but I still love my sweet pea.
Ernie’s doing nursing home duty today. I went to Target early and bought some pajamas and slippers for my father as my mother really wants him out of the hospital gown. Ernie stopped at the store to pick up a laundry marker before he headed over there but next thing I knew he was back home. He’d run into my boss at the store and she sent a bouquet of flowers home to me. How kind.
I’m trying to relax before starting the workweek tomorrow. In the meantime…here’s a bit of spring in my yard:
Cynthia, it’s these little zingers in your postings that just floor me:
“Ernie’s doing nursing home duty today. I went to Target early and bought some pajamas and slippers for my father as my mother really wants him out of the hospital gown.”
How on earth do you have that extra ounce of energy to get to Target?
When I come back in my next life, I want to be related to you. You know?
Yes, definitely come back next time related to me! We’re just putting one foot in front of the other trying to get done what HAS to get done. If you could see the state of my house and my yard, how long the boys’ hair is and all the things I haven’t done….well you’d see that I manage only what we have to do. Right now I am overwhelmed with the thought of trying to get my mother over to the nursing home as often as she needs….sigh….