PRINCSSIS SPEAKS...you may listen

Anyone who knows me and my family will know that I am "Princess Sister" to my three younger brothers. I'm a fairly quiet woman, so when I have something to say, I expect to be heard. I mean no disrespect or place myself on any kind of pedestal. My brothers gave me this name, so I honor them by using it.

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Monday, February 27, 2006

Where to start?

I have so much to blog about, I don't know where to start.

I am sore - aching all over! I'm not sick, thank God! I helped GranDee move yesterday. She had help getting packed and coming here, three hours from her previous home. Actually, the buyers of her home helped her! What a blessing they are. I helped on this end unloading and putting things away. I should've gone to help her pack, I think!

She lived in a two bedroom home with a basement. Now, she's in a 12' x 12' room! She decided she wanted to move to a retirement community that provides three meals a day and housekeeping. I kept reminding her over the phone that she was coming to a 12' x 12' room. (She had visisted the facility over Christmas.) I recommended that she use graph paper to plan the furniture arrangement. She made a diagram, to scale, so we knew exactly where each piece of furniture would go. She listened to me, but I don' t think she really understood how much stuff she would need to get rid of! We had boxes lining the hallway and the room was pretty full.

The unloading of the truck didn't go quite as planned. She had wanted the big items (bed, dressers, bookcases, desk) unloaded first so we would have room to maneuver them into place. Well, the people helping was trying to get stuff off the truck as quickly as possible and started bringing in boxes first. GranDee had the bed partially assembled in such a way that it shoud've fit into the elevator (she's on the third floor). Well, it didn't fit, so we had to fully disassemble it. While I was helping disassemble the bed, the others continued taking boxes up to her room. When we got up there with the bed, there wasn't much room to move, but we managed to get the bed into place. After all her things were unloaded from the truck, the furniture put in it's new arrangement, I was left with her and all the boxes! Oh, and the comments from other residents and visitors in the hallway. "My she has a lot of stuff!"

My goal for the evening was to get all the boxes out of the hallway. First, any box labeled "books" I unpacked and put in the bookcases. That helped a lot. I shoved things under her bed, for now. She has a set of drawers that go under the bed, but by the time they arrived to the room, there wasn't enough space to put them in place. They are now leaning against the wall. Her shower is full of boxes, which I guess is okay for now since the water was going to be off today from 7am to 10am for repairs. There are six boxes of files. You know, like the papers you would put in a file cabinet. I told GranDee that I was going to do like "Clean Sweep" and give her homework to go through the files and pare down to ONE box! She didn't like that too well, but that's the way it is. I'm not going to make this easy for her. Once I managed to get all the boxes either unpacked or loaded into her room, I left. She had a small path to the bed. She was surrounded by stacks of boxes. I want her to realize she really needs to look at all her STUFF and decide what is important to keep. She had medical supplies that she doesn't use anymore. They are new, but not appropriate for her now. There's boxes of pictures. She brought one of those wrapping paper storage containers full of Christmas wrap. I told her she doesn't have room to store that and she will have to buy wrap as she needs it. Blond Girl suggested we ask if we could put a few things in an empty room, but I said that was too easy. We'll see how the next few days go. Hopefully, she will realize what needs to go and what needs to stay.

I know it must be hard to pare down from a two+ bedroom HOUSE to a one room apartment. I just don' t want to see her living in clutter. She wants her grandkids to come over for visits. She needs to keep that in mind. Also, she has a Jack Russell terrier dog with her. She shook the whole time, poor thing. She just didn't' t know quite what to think.

I love my Mom. I want the best for her. But, I am sore, Mom!

Thursday, February 16, 2006

A safe place?

I've lost it. I got a CD disk with important information on it so I can get our business taxes done. I'm sure I put it in one of those "safe places" so that I didn't loose it. Now, I can't remember where the "safe place" is! I do this all the time - put something somewhere so it won't get lost and then I can't find it when I need it! I typically will find it once I've replaced it or done something different.

I also will enter a room only to forget what I was going to do there. Or, I go to the wrong room, or go UPstairs instead of DOWNstairs!! What is wrong with me! I bought some DHA and St. John's Wort, hoping that would help. But I can't remember to take it regularly! The directions say to take in between meals. Well, I remember when I'm getting ready to eat! What's wrong with me! (Oh, I already said that. UGH. I can't even write a short post without forgetting what I'm doing!)

Anywho, I've been looking for the disk for like a week now. I NEED THIS DISK!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

What next?

I will try to make this short as I am exhausted yet I have so many things on my "to do" list rushing through my head. Within the last month, I have visited the ER with Belle, thinking she surely had meningitis (she's fine); sat in the hospital two hours away from home with GranDee as she had a scheduled tracheostomy only to meet GranMum with Belle at the doc's office on the way home. She had an ear infection that turned into three nights of holding her as she wouldn't sleep and another visit to the doc. Then, just days after GranDee comes home from surgery, she's transported by ambulance with pneumonia and complications with her stoma. Even though I wasn't physically at the hospital until she had more surgery, I was mentally, spiritually, and emotionally there. Two days ago, she had the surgery to stablize her stoma by inserting a trache tube. I left home at 6:30am and returned at 8:00pm. Yesterday, I battled the dog at the vet, but not much else. Today, I had to work (left home at 7:15am and returned at 6:30pm). I'm pooped.

So, now I find out the accountant wants the yearly reports for our tavern so he can file taxes. Our partner called today and spoke to AR. I'm to have everything ready by Monday. There's no way I could have everything caught up in the computer by Monday. The house is a mess, with clean clothes once folded still on the couch. There are a few dirty dishes that had to soak still in the sink from last night. The dining room table, visible to anyone at the front door, is piled with Christmas decorations that haven't been put away yet (along with my endless stack of paper/mail.) CJ has had two wet nights in a row - he'd been doing so well- and doesn't have clean sheets for the bed (thank goodness for blankets and sleeping bags). The dog wants out, then back in, then he cries to go back out again. UGH! Does it ever end? I'm not complaining, just listing everything I have to do. And that's not everything.

Something needs to change. I need to go to sleep.