Saturday, August 2, 2014

I have said many times that I don’t want to live as long as my mother has. For one, there will be no one to look after me. Two, I don’t want to burden anyone.

My wish will probably come true. Living like this is hell already. Lucia, my 15-year-old pup, had an accident in the kitchen. Fortunately, it wasn’t on a rug or carpet and was easy to clean. No real harm done. But each morning, I walk carefully in the bedroom, lest I step on something I had not previously noticed. 

I was tired and went upstairs to “veg out” in front of the TV for a while. Rob came in later and announced that mom was in the bathroom. I ran downstairs to find her back in her clothing and wiping her hands on the towel we leave for her. She had thrown away her diaper. Apparently it was a mess. The towel she was drying her hands on was also a mess. Her clothes were a mess. The toilet flusher was a mess. The entire role of toilet paper had to be pitched. I put her in the shower, to her great dismay, and washed her till she was clean. I then cleaned the bathroom within an inch of its life, rinsed clothing and towels, and put them in the washer. I even cleaned the handle of her cane. My hands are dry from all the disinfectants. But mom is clean and back in her room watching television. And I am tired. Very tired.

Rob just came in and said he washed the bathroom floor. Good man. I just couldn’t get to it. Am hoping mom and Lucia will relax for the rest of the night. Need to buy another box of exam gloves. It’s all the mode in this household.