Some Days...

I just want to pull all my hair out.. My Parents...I really do love them, but lately they have been the reason I have taken stock in Clairol hair color.

It is not easy with them. My father still has not fully recovered from his March hospital stay, and my mother's dementia worsens every day. Now, she has had an amazing amount of weight loss. Rapidly I might add.

My Concerns with my mother falls on deaf ears... To her the weight loss is a splendid thing and I am just being jealous. But to me, my family and even strangers. She does not look well and I am worried.
Today another argument with her, she takes too many medications and I fear she is also abusing vitamins...is that even possible? 
This was actually said today:

ME: " is this new magnesium pill you are taking doing any good" ?
HER: "Yes, the bottle says it helps relax muscles and helps with moodiness"
ME: "But do you feel it is helping YOU"
HER: "The bottle says it does..so yea it is"

Do you see where this conversation was going? Then she goes off topic, which happens in every conversation you have with her:

HER: " are you pregnant?"
ME: " WHAT"?  No.. 
HER: " well then maybe you need to take these pills to help you lose some weight, I think you are just jealous at how fabulous I look"

 She orders out of magazines, my father does nothing. My mother is taking so much crud, that she does not know what it is for. I believe one day she will drop from cardiac arrest.

*sigh*  Ever feel like you are in a bad situation and your hands are completely tied?  Yep, that is how me and my siblings feel..... 

Thank you all for listening...just needed to vent it out

-JUGM

The Wedding Shower...

I wish I could say it went off well, and for the most part it did...Except for the 830am phone call from my dad saying that mom was sick with the flu and could not make it...I would believe that if for the fact of :

 #1. She did not do this all the time- it was half expected from my sister and I. And
# 2. She did not sit across from me at the Easter dinner table, voicing her concerns and disdain over going....

I understand my mothers mental state, when she gets out of her comfort zone she freaks. But this day was special , a lot of planning and money was spent to make it a success and it would have been nice for my mother to be there and share in it with her grandaugter. *sigh*

 I ordered a cake from a local baker. She is so sought after and such an amazing artist that I had to call her in February to hire her for the last weekend in April. She created a tropical carrot cake with pastel pink and green fondet. It was beautiful, and killed my niece to run a knife through it.

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The afternoon ended up on a lovely note,we played wedding games, and ate some great food. The happy couple received some very nice gifts for their new home. Her Great Aunt went over and above and gave her this large basket filled with bathroom items...

When she got to the picture I did for them, she teared up and passed it around for every one to see. It was a hit and she loved it!.
*sigh* now I am glad it is over, next up for the weekend of May 17 is the wedding...then saying goodbye as the newlyweds move to another state. So many changes this year for my family.......

-JUGM

I am the meanest mother...

Call me a terrible mother, but some days the whining and fighting is just too much for me to stand.
There are times when both of these boys remind me of girls.  They argue, fight and yell at each other. And forget sharing anything..the corner does not do the trick any more. I  have to get more tough on them.
So, I threatened military school. 

The fear on their faces starts to show, ND starts to tear up...
To add to the fear I went online and found several names of schools that takes small boys. I have also pretended to call the "commander" of the school about picking them up.
I have shown them that your mommy and daddy are not there, and most important there are no toys.

However the fear has fallen on deaf ears this week. So... I showed them the appointment card for new haircuts tomorrow morning. I said you can't go to military school looking like scruffs...
Then I showed them this video:

That's Right! Its a Russian boys military camp!  Oh my Lord, I think the blood drained completely from both ND and NW.
"your sending us to Russia"?  they both asked."But you will miss us"

Well, it did do the trick.. all I have to mention now is "Russia" and they snap too... 

I know..I am a mean mother.....

-JUGM

My Day At The Blood Doctor

I am not one to get people all worried over nothing, but some of my recent routine blood work came back with a bit of a high white cell count. My primary care doctor decided I should go to a hematologist for some further testing. Those who knew were of course Senior, my sister, my parents and my good friend K. My mother with her dementia problems, thought I was headed to a early grave, and had her entire church praying for me. So to egg my mother on...Last week when they came over, I took this beautiful lavendar sequin gown out of my closet and told her to make sure I am buried in it..   : ) --Yea Priceless

Over the weekend I got a huge packet of paperwork to fill out. I take it with me to the appointment today. Once in the room the nice little nurse is taking my vitals, she starts asking all the same questions, that I had just answered in the packet of paperwork. Then she says, "You must be a new patient"

Then comes time to be stuck by the lab. Where once again I get the same nurse. That is when I am told she is not a nurse but a student. And she  has a big problem finding my vein. "OUCH!"  apparently we did not put the needle in far enough. I had to get re-stuck by the professional. Now I have some nice red marks on my arm..  Those results have since come back, and now I need more blood work done..this time to test my Iron and B12 levels. The hematologist found those a bit concerning.

Once I left, it was off to Chinamart, for some chicken breast and white rice. Mosins tummy is upset.
At the register I see a nice older lady. Looked to be really well kept, and clean. Nice clothes, and her nails done. She was purchasing a bunch of bananas, high dollar international teas, and some International liquid coffee creamer...but paying with her EBT card.  "Great!" I thought. I am paying for her coffee creamer.. but atleast she has nice nails. I just stared her down and shook my head.

I checked our mailbox..My good buddy KELLY sent a gift:  Strike anywhere matches..super cool! THANKS KELLY!  I shall test them out soon. She put them in a nice little pint size mason jar..they look to cute to use..  : )

So I am  home, dealing with the puppies upset tummy. Last day of winter break for the kids, then its school tomorrow, so we go back to our routine. I will be so thankful to be back on a schedule. and a day to myself to clean this house up!   : )

-JUGM

Parental Notes: Something to make you laugh

Those of us with boys, will get a good laugh out of these notes that were actually written by mothers and fathers... :

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Definantly NOT Mother of the Year.....

This story has been on our local news all weekend. I don't need to have kids for it to sicken me. But since I do have kids I look at them and think "How could she" ? There is a so-called mother of a 6 year old little girl, who thought drugs were more important then her child, so she used the little girl and prostituted her out in exchange for her drugs... Can it get more disgusting then that? How can you be so messed up and so far gone on drugs that your only alternative for a fix, is to prostitute out your baby?
Just because you give birth to a child does not make you a mother. Our babies are ours but for a short time, they are a gift. What we do with them in that short time is our responsibility. When little girls are supposed to be helping mommy cook, playing with barbie dolls,  and dressing up, this little one was having to endure pain and suffering at the hands of her mother and strange men.Most likely she has been permanently damaged and may never have children of her own. I can not imagine the shear horror she went through, no child should EVER have to face that.
  Thinking about it brings out anger, and tears,  even now while writing this, my emotion started to swell up and I had to walk away and take a break. I wish there was a way to reach out to her, and offer a safe place, to soothe her nightmares. To comb her hair and dress her up like little girls deserve. How could the mother think that drugs were worth the damage she has caused. This little one is now in the custody of family members and safe..I beg to ask the question "Where was the family before" ? How could they not see the mother was a crack addict.

My wish for this little angel, who was so abused at the hands of her mother all in the name of drugs, is that she will recover physically, the mental and emotional part will take a long time. I pray she is put in to an environment of nurturing and love, and that when she grows up she will not become what her mother is.
As for the mother, its my wish that she be taken to the farthest reaches of a swamp, strapped to a tree, where no one can hear her screams....