This morning my grandmom decided to put the coffee on because I was taking my jolly good time to get out of bed. I had good reason since I'd gotten up at 5:30 the morning before trying to drag the two of us to the airport in an attempt to make our 8:30 flight home.
I rolled out of bed around the time the coffee was done brewing. I wasn't surprised she had put on 12 cups but after pouring her a cup of what looked like just slightly tinted water, I took the liberty to open the lid of the coffee pot and see that for those 12 cups of water she had only placed in maybe a scoop of coffee. I dumped it out and put on my own pot of coffee, very very strong coffee because it looked like it would already be a busy day.
My grandmom and I spent the last three days visiting her daughters in Atlantic City and Myrtle Beach, and every minute since then has been insanity. The trip has really thrown her off coming home (she was absolutely fine for the majority of the time she was there- well, fine for her).
Well, let me try to think of a couple of good tales from our vacation. One of my favorites is when we send her to bed at my Aunt Charlene's house in Myrtle Beach and we get her dressed in her pajama top and send her to the bathroom to do her business. We figure she's really going because we hadn't heard her stirring for a good fifteen minutes. Finally I decide to go see what she's been up to and I find her just sitting on the toilet seat, lid closed, just waiting for me to come tell her what to do- goodness knows, we were laughing about that one for awhile. But I thought that story was so funny until every minute since she's been home she isn't able to function without me telling her what to do. She won't shower unless I make her shower. She won't sit unless I make her sit. But going to bed last night was certainly the epidemy of hilariousness-
I basically walked her through brushing her teeth and using the toilet and forcing her to put her pajamas on- I just figured getting in to bed and putting covers on was something she would be able to do on her own. I was wrong. Very wrong.
I shut the door behind her as she walked in her room and go to rest back on the living room couch for a bit and watch TV. oh....twenty minutes later my brother Jeremiah comes down and asks where grandmom is. I told him she went to bed and he goes to say goodnight- but she's not in her bed. But he hears her talking to him and she find him in the closet... with the door closed... sitting on the shoe shelf.... in her pajamas! Honestly we couldn't stop laughing. But then I try to get her to bed and for some reason she thinks she needs to climb into it...like on her hands and knees..and needs to sleep that way- yikes!
So since beginning to write this she has fallen asleep four times at the kitchen table and even as I write is sleeping. She also thinks someone had a baby because she saw some egg shells cracked on the counter. Who even knows!
I'm wondering if today, April Fools Day, might be the beginning of the downhill spiral- the little transition from dementia to alzheimers....maybe...or maybe not. Maybe she's just thrown off from the vacation and it was a little too much for her.
We did fix her up with some nice new clothes and pedicure and manicure so she'd better keep her mind for a bit to appreciate them! Honestly!
She handled the plane ride well though- well, once we were sitting together. We were seperated by a few rows at first because they plopped her down in first class because she could barely walk onto the plane. I thought she would be fine seperated from me for only an hour. But literally the minute the plane starts moving around the airport she unbuckles and hops up yelling "where's my daughter?!" And I'm already unbuckling to run and sit her down when the flight attendants jump up and sit her down. They moved me up next to her the minute the plane was done ascending and was in the air- yikes! BUt after that it was all fine.
So on another note I am starting my Bible College classes online now and got all of the awesome books in the mail so I will update on that soon.
I rolled out of bed around the time the coffee was done brewing. I wasn't surprised she had put on 12 cups but after pouring her a cup of what looked like just slightly tinted water, I took the liberty to open the lid of the coffee pot and see that for those 12 cups of water she had only placed in maybe a scoop of coffee. I dumped it out and put on my own pot of coffee, very very strong coffee because it looked like it would already be a busy day.
My grandmom and I spent the last three days visiting her daughters in Atlantic City and Myrtle Beach, and every minute since then has been insanity. The trip has really thrown her off coming home (she was absolutely fine for the majority of the time she was there- well, fine for her).
Well, let me try to think of a couple of good tales from our vacation. One of my favorites is when we send her to bed at my Aunt Charlene's house in Myrtle Beach and we get her dressed in her pajama top and send her to the bathroom to do her business. We figure she's really going because we hadn't heard her stirring for a good fifteen minutes. Finally I decide to go see what she's been up to and I find her just sitting on the toilet seat, lid closed, just waiting for me to come tell her what to do- goodness knows, we were laughing about that one for awhile. But I thought that story was so funny until every minute since she's been home she isn't able to function without me telling her what to do. She won't shower unless I make her shower. She won't sit unless I make her sit. But going to bed last night was certainly the epidemy of hilariousness-
I basically walked her through brushing her teeth and using the toilet and forcing her to put her pajamas on- I just figured getting in to bed and putting covers on was something she would be able to do on her own. I was wrong. Very wrong.
I shut the door behind her as she walked in her room and go to rest back on the living room couch for a bit and watch TV. oh....twenty minutes later my brother Jeremiah comes down and asks where grandmom is. I told him she went to bed and he goes to say goodnight- but she's not in her bed. But he hears her talking to him and she find him in the closet... with the door closed... sitting on the shoe shelf.... in her pajamas! Honestly we couldn't stop laughing. But then I try to get her to bed and for some reason she thinks she needs to climb into it...like on her hands and knees..and needs to sleep that way- yikes!
So since beginning to write this she has fallen asleep four times at the kitchen table and even as I write is sleeping. She also thinks someone had a baby because she saw some egg shells cracked on the counter. Who even knows!
I'm wondering if today, April Fools Day, might be the beginning of the downhill spiral- the little transition from dementia to alzheimers....maybe...or maybe not. Maybe she's just thrown off from the vacation and it was a little too much for her.
We did fix her up with some nice new clothes and pedicure and manicure so she'd better keep her mind for a bit to appreciate them! Honestly!
She handled the plane ride well though- well, once we were sitting together. We were seperated by a few rows at first because they plopped her down in first class because she could barely walk onto the plane. I thought she would be fine seperated from me for only an hour. But literally the minute the plane starts moving around the airport she unbuckles and hops up yelling "where's my daughter?!" And I'm already unbuckling to run and sit her down when the flight attendants jump up and sit her down. They moved me up next to her the minute the plane was done ascending and was in the air- yikes! BUt after that it was all fine.
So on another note I am starting my Bible College classes online now and got all of the awesome books in the mail so I will update on that soon.
This morning my grandmom decided to put the coffee on because I was taking my jolly good time to get out of bed. I had good reason since I'd gotten up at 5:30 the morning before trying to drag the two of us to the airport in an attempt to make our 8:30 flight home.
I rolled out of bed around the time the coffee was done brewing. I wasn't surprised she had put on 12 cups but after pouring her a cup of what looked like just slightly tinted water, I took the liberty to open the lid of the coffee pot and see that for those 12 cups of water she had only placed in maybe a scoop of coffee. I dumped it out and put on my own pot of coffee, very very strong coffee because it looked like it would already be a busy day.
My grandmom and I spent the last three days visiting her daughters in Atlantic City and Myrtle Beach, and every minute since then has been insanity. The trip has really thrown her off coming home (she was absolutely fine for the majority of the time she was there- well, fine for her).
Well, let me try to think of a couple of good tales from our vacation. One of my favorites is when we send her to bed at my Aunt Charlene's house in Myrtle Beach and we get her dressed in her pajama top and send her to the bathroom to do her business. We figure she's really going because we hadn't heard her stirring for a good fifteen minutes. Finally I decide to go see what she's been up to and I find her just sitting on the toilet seat, lid closed, just waiting for me to come tell her what to do- goodness knows, we were laughing about that one for awhile. But I thought that story was so funny until every minute since she's been home she isn't able to function without me telling her what to do. She won't shower unless I make her shower. She won't sit unless I make her sit. But going to bed last night was certainly the epidemy of hilariousness-
I basically walked her through brushing her teeth and using the toilet and forcing her to put her pajamas on- I just figured getting in to bed and putting covers on was something she would be able to do on her own. I was wrong. Very wrong.
I shut the door behind her as she walked in her room and go to rest back on the living room couch for a bit and watch TV. oh....twenty minutes later my brother Jeremiah comes down and asks where grandmom is. I told him she went to bed and he goes to say goodnight- but she's not in her bed. But he hears her talking to him and she find him in the closet... with the door closed... sitting on the shoe shelf.... in her pajamas! Honestly we couldn't stop laughing. But then I try to get her to bed and for some reason she thinks she needs to climb into it...like on her hands and knees..and needs to sleep that way- yikes!
So since beginning to write this she has fallen asleep four times at the kitchen table and even as I write is sleeping. She also thinks someone had a baby because she saw some egg shells cracked on the counter. Who even knows!
I'm wondering if today, April Fools Day, might be the beginning of the downhill spiral- the little transition from dementia to alzheimers....maybe...or maybe not. Maybe she's just thrown off from the vacation and it was a little too much for her.
We did fix her up with some nice new clothes and pedicure and manicure so she'd better keep her mind for a bit to appreciate them! Honestly!
She handled the plane ride well though- well, once we were sitting together. We were seperated by a few rows at first because they plopped her down in first class because she could barely walk onto the plane. I thought she would be fine seperated from me for only an hour. But literally the minute the plane starts moving around the airport she unbuckles and hops up yelling "where's my daughter?!" And I'm already unbuckling to run and sit her down when the flight attendants jump up and sit her down. They moved me up next to her the minute the plane was done ascending and was in the air- yikes! BUt after that it was all fine.
So on another note I am starting my Bible College classes online now and got all of the awesome books in the mail so I will update on that soon.
I rolled out of bed around the time the coffee was done brewing. I wasn't surprised she had put on 12 cups but after pouring her a cup of what looked like just slightly tinted water, I took the liberty to open the lid of the coffee pot and see that for those 12 cups of water she had only placed in maybe a scoop of coffee. I dumped it out and put on my own pot of coffee, very very strong coffee because it looked like it would already be a busy day.
My grandmom and I spent the last three days visiting her daughters in Atlantic City and Myrtle Beach, and every minute since then has been insanity. The trip has really thrown her off coming home (she was absolutely fine for the majority of the time she was there- well, fine for her).
Well, let me try to think of a couple of good tales from our vacation. One of my favorites is when we send her to bed at my Aunt Charlene's house in Myrtle Beach and we get her dressed in her pajama top and send her to the bathroom to do her business. We figure she's really going because we hadn't heard her stirring for a good fifteen minutes. Finally I decide to go see what she's been up to and I find her just sitting on the toilet seat, lid closed, just waiting for me to come tell her what to do- goodness knows, we were laughing about that one for awhile. But I thought that story was so funny until every minute since she's been home she isn't able to function without me telling her what to do. She won't shower unless I make her shower. She won't sit unless I make her sit. But going to bed last night was certainly the epidemy of hilariousness-
I basically walked her through brushing her teeth and using the toilet and forcing her to put her pajamas on- I just figured getting in to bed and putting covers on was something she would be able to do on her own. I was wrong. Very wrong.
I shut the door behind her as she walked in her room and go to rest back on the living room couch for a bit and watch TV. oh....twenty minutes later my brother Jeremiah comes down and asks where grandmom is. I told him she went to bed and he goes to say goodnight- but she's not in her bed. But he hears her talking to him and she find him in the closet... with the door closed... sitting on the shoe shelf.... in her pajamas! Honestly we couldn't stop laughing. But then I try to get her to bed and for some reason she thinks she needs to climb into it...like on her hands and knees..and needs to sleep that way- yikes!
So since beginning to write this she has fallen asleep four times at the kitchen table and even as I write is sleeping. She also thinks someone had a baby because she saw some egg shells cracked on the counter. Who even knows!
I'm wondering if today, April Fools Day, might be the beginning of the downhill spiral- the little transition from dementia to alzheimers....maybe...or maybe not. Maybe she's just thrown off from the vacation and it was a little too much for her.
We did fix her up with some nice new clothes and pedicure and manicure so she'd better keep her mind for a bit to appreciate them! Honestly!
She handled the plane ride well though- well, once we were sitting together. We were seperated by a few rows at first because they plopped her down in first class because she could barely walk onto the plane. I thought she would be fine seperated from me for only an hour. But literally the minute the plane starts moving around the airport she unbuckles and hops up yelling "where's my daughter?!" And I'm already unbuckling to run and sit her down when the flight attendants jump up and sit her down. They moved me up next to her the minute the plane was done ascending and was in the air- yikes! BUt after that it was all fine.
So on another note I am starting my Bible College classes online now and got all of the awesome books in the mail so I will update on that soon.
I'm going to write my persuasive speech in my speech class on why not to go to college...just kidding. But honestly...I am the worst student ever and wish someone would have talked me out of taking four online classes.
I can't even keep track of the days of the week, much less keep track of my classes...honestly. I have missed 3 spanish assignments, one because I didn't realize what day of the week it was and the other two-...welll...I can't figure out why I didn't see them. Story of my life.
Then I was going through my life thinking that the 22nd of September is Wednesday...and then the other day it hits me- OH NO! the 22nd is Monday which means I only have a few days to figure out this Guy Fawkes speech (what what represent England!)...it really stinks because I wish I had more time because this whole Gunpowder plot and history of it is really interesting and I'm trying how to figure out how to make it interesting for my audience too...I might just be a wierd person who thinks it's really cool that after 403 years the English are still burning a dummy of a guy who they caught before he blew up parliament (but the best part is that they hung him- they didn't even burn him!) and that they have a whole holiday commemorating...I mean...I have to explain why they "remember remember the fifth of November"!!!
Math is absolutely my favorite class because there's no stress- math is math. 2+2= 4 all the time!!!!
Ugh...I should have just got an evening job at Starbucks so that I would have health benefits instead of this whole college business- whose idea was this anyway?
All right...I mean, I'm spoiled to live in a country where I can get an education and everything so I shouldn't be complaining...I'm just getting used to this whole "back to school" thing after a year of "carefreeness"- if you could call it that.
Speaking of Nanny (which is the "carefreeness" i was referring to), ugh...that's the hardest part of these online classes- I'm always in the middle of trying to finally grasp some Psych concept when she starts freaking out that we don't have moisterizer or what are we going to make for dinner on Thursday three weeks from now- because obviously there's nothing in the freezer to choose from (well...other than the whole chicken, five pork roasts, 3 pork chops, chuck roast, split chicken breast, or stewing meat!!!!! honestly!!!!) and we have to know right now when I have a effective speaking quiz due in 5 minutes!!!)-
besides all this- the Germans came back yesterday after thier time in myrtle beach- so i had to clean everything up again- goodness- but they crack us up so it was all good (wow...i sound as ghetto as my brother)- and we really enjoyed thier company, but it's nice to have my room back finally be able to settle down and try to get organized.
So...I really should actually be doing my speech right now so...um...bye (which is not the way you end a speech....i think i've learned that from experience though- story of my life!)
I can't even keep track of the days of the week, much less keep track of my classes...honestly. I have missed 3 spanish assignments, one because I didn't realize what day of the week it was and the other two-...welll...I can't figure out why I didn't see them. Story of my life.
Then I was going through my life thinking that the 22nd of September is Wednesday...and then the other day it hits me- OH NO! the 22nd is Monday which means I only have a few days to figure out this Guy Fawkes speech (what what represent England!)...it really stinks because I wish I had more time because this whole Gunpowder plot and history of it is really interesting and I'm trying how to figure out how to make it interesting for my audience too...I might just be a wierd person who thinks it's really cool that after 403 years the English are still burning a dummy of a guy who they caught before he blew up parliament (but the best part is that they hung him- they didn't even burn him!) and that they have a whole holiday commemorating...I mean...I have to explain why they "remember remember the fifth of November"!!!
Math is absolutely my favorite class because there's no stress- math is math. 2+2= 4 all the time!!!!
Ugh...I should have just got an evening job at Starbucks so that I would have health benefits instead of this whole college business- whose idea was this anyway?
All right...I mean, I'm spoiled to live in a country where I can get an education and everything so I shouldn't be complaining...I'm just getting used to this whole "back to school" thing after a year of "carefreeness"- if you could call it that.
Speaking of Nanny (which is the "carefreeness" i was referring to), ugh...that's the hardest part of these online classes- I'm always in the middle of trying to finally grasp some Psych concept when she starts freaking out that we don't have moisterizer or what are we going to make for dinner on Thursday three weeks from now- because obviously there's nothing in the freezer to choose from (well...other than the whole chicken, five pork roasts, 3 pork chops, chuck roast, split chicken breast, or stewing meat!!!!! honestly!!!!) and we have to know right now when I have a effective speaking quiz due in 5 minutes!!!)-
besides all this- the Germans came back yesterday after thier time in myrtle beach- so i had to clean everything up again- goodness- but they crack us up so it was all good (wow...i sound as ghetto as my brother)- and we really enjoyed thier company, but it's nice to have my room back finally be able to settle down and try to get organized.
So...I really should actually be doing my speech right now so...um...bye (which is not the way you end a speech....i think i've learned that from experience though- story of my life!)
