Not a stitch of clothing

It has been a busy week with the kids and getting Mackenzie ready for school next week.  I am excited for her, but really do not want her to go.  I think I will enjoy the alone time with Connor and she will enjoy not napping but spending time with me while Connor naps.  Both kids will have a win win situation while I slowly tire by evening.  I have finally sent out over twenty grant proposals and have received one denial due to the fact that they do not accept unsolicited proposals.  I will be sending out another twenty in the next two weeks.  Keep us in your prayers for the funding to go through . 

Since I was off from school, I have been avoiding the computer and not remarking as much in my blog.  Things are no less crazy but much easier to manage since poor Kevin is devoted to mom.  With his 25 to 30 hours at moms. I find myself with more time-less phone calls and visits.  I cook more often than I used to for her since she will eat what I cook but little of anything else unless it is junk food or Boston market chicken (which she thinks Kevin cooks) hahahaaha. 

I came up to her house at 7 and she was rather confused at why I was so early.  She and my father were watching another charmed episode so I decided to go to walmart and get some supplies for Kenzie's first day of school.  By the time I finished, I was able to make it back without her getting antsy.  She was very confused and nervous for most of the evening.  She stripped down to bathe but then refused when she saw a very little spot of rust on the inside bottom of the chair.  She started to cry and got into her bed.  She told me to leave and then refused to talk.  I told her I had to wait until the rain left before I could go.  I put a white mat on the floor in her shower and that was all it took for her to readjust and start again.  I noticed that her short term memory is failing her greater than previously.  We are at the stage where we can distract her when she is agitated and calm her that way.  She could not step over into the shower today and did not understand why I was washing her.  The shower took the longest yet and by the time it was over, I was thoroughly drenched.  With water soaked clothes, I bathed her (still getting used to the removable handle-you would not believe how many times I released the handle to help mom and ended up with the shower dowsing me with water) thankfully, mom does not like a cold house and with the temperature at 79, I actually felt refreshed rather than cold.  I needed to cool down-not used to her keeping her house so hot)

After her bath, she had a hard time getting out.  She could not move for a while.  I assisted her out of the shower and into her bedroom  It took us fifteen minutes to get her dainties and pj pants on her.  As we were putting on her socks, she had to use the restroom.  She had very loose stools (going on three days of diarrhea . She told me that her new way of using the bathroom is to take everything off.  This way "they" won't make a mess.  In the past week,  "they" have peed on the floor in front of the toilet and make her get her clothes and feet wet.  Then she has to clean  it up.  but if she strips down and lifts "them" up, she won't get her feet wet.  I finally realize that 'they" are her feet.  She also tells me that she has continuously asked "them" to stop giving her diarrhea but "they" do not listen.  She stays naked the entire time and it takes about an hour before she is finished using the bathroom.  She decides to put on dainties and a tank top. 

We are ready to watch the movie "The cutting edge" and she stripes her shirt off because she is now too hot.  The movie went well and she actually chuckled throughout it.  By the end, I noticed a change in my mother.  She had returned for the rest of the night.  Not an Alzheimer's woman, not a scared and confused woman, but my mother-the woman I have not seen since I was pregnant with my daughter.  I actually talked with her about life, about my son and my friends.  She was so sad that she the woman that had a thousand friends has one.  I opened up to her about my friends and how few I have now.  It seems that true friends are hard to come by.  Those that support you and stick by you no matter what.  Those that are a comfort to you when you are in need, that can give as well as take. We talked and laughed and shared some great moments.  I cannot thank God enough for the gift of my mother.  I needed it so much.  I just wanted to have a chance to talk to her like old times.  It was so special and a night I will remember for ever!!!!