Confusion is rampant...

Craziness is not what I like to think about in life, but to be honest I think as a family unit we have been teetering extremely close to going over that edge!


Hubby’s Mom did arrive home safe but not so sound…She began crying as soon as her ‘neighbor’ picked her up at the airport! Apparently, according to the late night call Hubby received from ‘him’, we were too persuasive in getting her to make a decision about coming down here, and she didn’t want to be pushed so hard into doing that? Huh? She’s the one who chose which place she liked as the apartment, as well as writing out the check and being told that it would be ready as soon as April first! If she did not take this particular unit that she liked due to its great closet space and being on the ground floor it would probably be gone.


Consequently, after her ‘neighbor’s’ call Hubby and I were unable to sleep trying to figure out why she did that?
We are not the enemy and this is NOT what her daughter wanted for her, because that was to put her away, and literarily throw away the key and steal all her money in that process…what we want for her is for her to spend her own money on herself and live in an independent living situation with safety nets, and that they will entertain her, feed her three meals a day in a lovely dinning room with others her own age, housekeeping comes into her one bedroom apartment one day a week. She will have an emergency button to push in her home for assistance if needed, transportation to stores and outside activities, medical staff in the ready for any problems, a beauty salon, bingo etc.! As I said before I want to go there when I grow up!
Hubby sent her up to the north with a short to-do list.
Apparently, she thought it was too overwhelming to do and she freaked out!
Or so we were told.
But Hubby called her tonight and you know what?
The first thing she told him is that she can’t live by herself because she can’t remember anything…Hallelujah!
And she said that she was ready to do what she made plans for, but that is paraphrased since I didn’t actually speak to her and I am basically saying what Hubby told me.

Now the neighbor wants to help her physically move here, but that seems to me a wee bit too helpful?
Bet he’s finally getting tired of all of us trying to figure this dilemma out and seemingly hitting brick walls, with her indecisiveness, which by the way is nothing new. That problem was well established when she was a much younger woman, even some of these other issues of her finding someone to take her here and there and them paying for everything and not expecting to be reimbursed by her. Sorry Mom but that is the nicest way I can think of saying it without outright calling it what it is…sponging!

This gentleman giant, he is six foot six, neighbor of hers seems to be unperturbed by what she is doing but it still isn’t right if you know what I mean, and it is somewhat embarrassing and awkward to hear that he is constantly taking her out to eat and driving her here and there for this and that. In other words he is enabling her ability to take advantage, very nice of him, but hard to fathom, with us being all the way down here nearly 1500 plus miles away from her and frustrating too.
Anywho, after Hubby spoke with her tonight it appears to all be resolved once again, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Good night to all and to all count those blessings and we will too!