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Can I have a do-over on this week? Please? At least someone tell me what deity I pissed off and what I have to do to rectify it. This is the most stressed I've been in quite awhile, the apartment is a mess and I really should do some picking up before mom comes home...I haaaaate morning shifts with a passion.
My scheduling requests are being/have been ignored. If you expect me to be available whenever you want, then PAY me enough that I don't need 3 other part-time jobs just to cover my bills. Two people that I know of have quit over this very issue in the last month; a few others have managed to restrict their availability in some way that the store can't override easily.
right.. spent most of yesterday trying to convince my husbands girlfriend (yeah, I didn't know until she blabbed it..) I'm not angry with her that he couldn't be bothered to check in and let me know he was still alive....
Just out of curiosity, have you asked your mother (ever so casually!) how she's going to manage, financially, if she quits her job? I mean, it's good of her to be willing to take care of your grandmother, but ... there's also the practical side of it. Unless she plans to make some drastic changes regarding her house and your sister, I can't see this working at all.
The nighttime thing seems to be common in people with dementia; whatever their problems are, they seem to intensify once the sun goes down. I'm not sure why.
So with Gma's Alzhiemer's when it gets dark she freaks the hell out if she's home alone. No biggie except that Mom can't get day shifts at her job. She's asked her boss and they just can't do it for whatever reason. I'd go over there when I could to "babysit" as my mom calls it. And she'd have to go home halfway through her shifts a lot lately.
On top of that, my sister's car broke down and she asked to borrow mom's car until hers was fixed. This was in March, and the car still hasn't been to a shop. So mom and Gma are sharing Gma's car.
So mom told me that it was getting to be a lot of trouble taking care of Gma because of the Alzhiemer's and she decided the best thing to do was quit her job and take care of her full time. She can't afford a home nurse for the evenings and if Gma goes into a nursing home, Mom will have to move out of Gma's cottage and back into her hoarded house that Sis is living in.
My brain just BSOD'd when she told me this. Like WTF woman? How are you going to pay your bills? She's 4 years away from taking early retirement at work, so she's not going to retire, just quit. Uhm...she's still paying the mortgage/bills/etc for her hoarded house that sis lives in, plus helping to pay Gma's bills.
Does she think that *I* am going pay her bills? Because we are stretched thin as it is. I guess she just thinks that welfare will cover everything for her and she can spend her days having fun. (They just got back from a 3 week trip to Florida with my sis. We didn't even know about the trip until the day before they left.)
It's just one stupid decision after another with these people. I'm over here with my beer.
So... dinner with the in-laws is going well. We brought over some steaks we got from a buddy. The Husband started to cook the steaks. Then he set the steaks on fire. Then the whole grill. Then the house. And burned his arm, which looks awful but it's really minor, far as actual flame-burns go. And yet somehow the thing that angered his dad? That I called the fire department, like my firefighter-granddad always taught me. I freaking give up trying to understand these people. (I hope this posts right, my phone is going psycho.)
What was your FIL expecting you to do ... merrily go on with the barbecue while the house goes up in flames?? Run out and get marshmallows?
So... dinner with the in-laws is going well. We brought over some steaks we got from a buddy. The Husband started to cook the steaks. Then he set the steaks on fire. Then the whole grill. Then the house. And burned his arm, which looks awful but it's really minor, far as actual flame-burns go. And yet somehow the thing that angered his dad? That I called the fire department, like my firefighter-granddad always taught me. I freaking give up trying to understand these people. (I hope this posts right, my phone is going psycho.)
My legs are really acting up today. Can't even stand without assistance. When I do manage to stand, horrible pain. I know, I shouldn't whine, as people endure much worse pain. I'll just be cuddled up in a corner here.
I hope you feel better soon. I am sorry to hear you are in so much pain.
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