So far do good today. In spite of Mom refusing to go to get in her pajamas and go to bed last night, today was pretty "normal".
Last night Mom insisted that she was not going to stay here, she was going to go to my house. She kept putting her shoes on, tried putting her pajamas on over her clothes, picked up her purse and folded up her blanket, insisting she was not staying her and was going to my house. After repeated efforts and telling her a number of times that it was too late, dark and rainy outside and I was going to stay her for the night also and we would go to my house in the morning, mom got into bed but promised she would not go to sleep. Earlier in the evening mom angrily expressed (in her own way) that she was going to kick some one's ass. Some short fat woman and her husband who had taken her pizzelle iron. And they had better not take her "Singer" or she'll kick their ass. Yep, she emphasized that a few times. She went on about that while I knew that the iron was in the box in the dining room and I told her that Joe and I would take care of it and it would be here in the morning. I figured she was still hanging on to that so I made like someone had come to the door and returned her pizzelle iron. I took the box to her room and she was very happy to have it returned. When I asked her if I should put it into her closet, she said no, she was going to take it to my house. We left it that way and she slept through the night after I assured her that the woman was not going to take her "Singer."
Today there seemed to be no indication that she was confused about where she was and expressed to Becky that Cheryl came to the rescue and got the pizzelle iron back.
Becky managed to keep her busy singing to the Alan Jackson CD that she likes and getting her nails done. The notes say that mom put Parmesan cheese in her coffee, so they started over with that.
Mom got her pajamas on and came out to say good night a few minutes ago. Guess I'll check in with her and get myself to bed. I'll bet you are all getting the idea that things are changing again here. You know I'll keep you posted. Love you all!
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Wow....I didn't know there was an "Open up a can of Whup-Ass" stage of Alzheimers:)
Love ya!
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