Taking Down the FA LA LA

I don't know about you, but I find the taking down of Christmas somewhat sad.  And difficult. I am doing this job in steps.  Get the Santas, the garlands, the floral and put them in the dining room.  Then take them upstairs to put into the boxes.  This may sound difficult, but it is easier for me that bringing the boxes down and taking the boxes (filled) back up.  Every time I go upstairs, I take something with me.

All I have to do is close the door.

So far, so good.  And, as I think about it, maybe I should just keep it all there.  Who really needs 3 guest rooms.

Mom had her eye appointment on Monday.  It was to get the shot in the left eye.  Now I don't think those are much fun, but Mom does it.  On this day, I got her up, gave her coffee and got her to take her pills.  Told her she had a 2:30 doctor's appointment and then gave her breakfast.

I go back in at 1pm and she is still in her jammies and asleep in the chair.  I spoke to her, tried to wake her up, she would open her eyes, but refuse to get up.  I finally opened her door to the screened in porch (and it was cold) to get her moving.  She refused.  I slapped her on her arm trying to get a reaction ~ she pursed her lips and wouldn't move.  Amy came in and we got her on her feet.  Using her walker she walked into her bathroom.   I gave her some time and went back in ~ and she had locked the door and wouldn't respond to me or Amy.  Amy had to UNLOCK the door.  Amy was afraid mom was on the floor.  Nope.  She was just mad.  I got mom dressed, Amy fixed her hair and I got her in the car.  She didn't say a word.  
I got her to her eye appointment at Duke ~ she was still not talking to me.  She would close her eyes, kept her mouth pursed up.  She would answer staff - but not me.
She got her shot and I checked her out (we were there 3 hours) and I sat her by the front door so I could get the valet to get the car.  When I came back in, Mom said "I am sorry.  I thought you were putting me in a nursing home.  That is why I acted this way."

Wow.  Really?  She was a pip.

As Lori says, "Welcome to cray-cray."

Love, Leslie