Ground hog day

Everyday seems like ground hog day now. Which when I really think about it.. it’s good because that means nothing is going wrong. Let’s face it with the stage my mother is In with Alzheimers the likely hood of complications are more likely than reversals. So routine is good but it gets old.

Today is Sunday so it was bath day for her. The weekends I fine myself getting caught up in watching my TV programs and just zoning out of the life I have. Sunday’s after attending our church, on line, I then watch a little TV read a little then it’s nap time. I wake up give Momma her lunch then her bath. Then I have lunch and watch TV or read. That’s pretty much our Sunday’s I don’t even turn my phone on because I really don’t want to be disturbed.

Saturday’s I bring Momma out of her room into the family room and soak her feet and hands comb her hair and just allow her to be in another part of the house with me. Then after about 3 or 4 hours I take her back.

I was thinking that come November I will have been here at the house a full year, no breaks. Normally I get little weekend get always and last year when I retired from the military I took a 10 day trip to Malaysia! Then I had a friend who got married in Oct and I drove to Atlanta for that then an event for an organization I’m a member of was hosting an event that was only an hour away and I went for the weekend that was last November .

I don’t see myself going anyway until we have a PROVEN vaccine for COVID! I just can’t take the chance of brining a caregiver in the house nor me going out an socializing bringing back to Momma, Nope won‘t do it. Now my weekday caregiver is the only caregiver that has been consistent.

During the weekday I work on my Caregiver devotion and my children’s book series. I’m getting a certification in Nonprofit management from the University-of Tampa so I had a good flow going throughout the week.

But for the foreseeable future I will just get accustomed to round hog day EVERYDAY!

Published by lagail41

Retired military officer who began the journey of caregiving in 2009 when my mother came to live with me in Hawaii. At the time either one of us knew she had Alzheimer’s and that I would be her primary caregiver.

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