Sunday, February 23, 2014

Tough morning. Alas, all good resolves dissolved. Betty and I walked the pups in beautiful weather. Of course, we are anticipating another onslaught of storms. But these shall be the last of them.

I had intended to arrive home, feed the pups, get ready for church, awaken my mother and give her breakfast, and get going. Everything was fine until I awoke mom. She was a mess again. Second day in a row. And we had just finished another round of antibiotics for the most recent UTI. How can we prevent these if I am not there through the night to clean her and prevent another infection? There seems to be no way.

Anyhow, I was harsh. She even remarked that I yell at her all the time. I apologized, but I had not been kind. She stands so far back in the shower that I often cannot reach her, and leaning forward with the handheld showerhead is tough on my back. So I curtly asked her to move closer. And I was upset about the dirty Depends. They were soiled inside and out this time. This also meant another load of laundry. And I had not counted on having to give her another shower before I left for church.

Today’s sermon was on words—those we speak and should not have. It’s not always words with me, but tone of voice and impatience. Mom is still so very sweet and I am not always up to the latest crisis or the latest call. Hearing her call my name grates on me when I am working. But whom can she call, if not me? She does call for Rob, but even his name is a distraction when I am working.

I apologized once again. At times, I do not honor my mother.