I'm over at bf's mom's apt in the retirement complex. He's in the kitchen cooking and baking up a storm. We're having our T-giving dinner today and then we'll have leftovers galore-- yippee!
I left my kitties at home with plenty of food and water, so I'm going to stay here a couple of days. That way he can fuss over me and his mom.
It's not that I've expected him to leave her and come and do stuff for me, it's just that I had hoped for more interest in my situation. Anyway.
Today on the phone when I was driving into town we were having a heated discussion on the phone (a daily occurrence nowadays) and he called me "Mom!" Great. I know he lumps all females in the same annoying demanding bucket.
Journey, you're going to flip when I tell you that not only did I get myself out of the house and out to the car alone, I got the wheelchair in the back seat of the car by myself. I dragged a patio chair over to the car and sat in it while I wrestled the wheelchair into the back seat! Then I met some friends for lunch and they helped me with the chair. Then I went by bf's house where my rolling walker was waiting in a box. The neighbor's grandson came over and put it together for me and put it in the car. THEN I went to Target where I asked someone to bring the electric cart out to me (and they did) and I bought some TV tables to eat on. Then here to the apt where bf unloaded all the stuff. One of his daughters is also here. I can't get over how beautiful this apartment is!
Things okay at the moment... but bf is pushingpushingpushing himself. I know how important his mom is to him and he's driving himself relentlessly to make sure everything in her world is exactly as it should be. I did this for my late H. It takes it out of you... he needs sleep. I hope he doesn't have a heart attack or a stroke. One good thing: he's not smoking while in this apartment.
