I Am Cracking
First thing, FIRST THING, I see in the morning after leaving my bedroom is MIL standing in the middle of the kitchen. Yes, she has Alzheimer's. No, she isn't beyond common courtesy.
I need to feed the dogs and begin my day. She stands in the middle of the kitchen and I work around her.
I take my breakfast into the computer room. She spends the next 60 minutes getting her breakfast and eating it.
I am taking the dogs for a walk. She watches me like a caged animal, with narrowed eyes and an ex
DH leaves for work after dog walk. Then I'm alone with her, someone I don't talk to and am basically a servant to, all day long. I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER.
One thing about our upcoming vacation, DH is around his OWN mother 24/7 and gets a feel for how she sucks the oxygen out of the air we breathe.