It's A Mad, Mad World For A Caregiver.

I came home today with the intent of taking a nap so I could go out later. Walking through the door the volume from the TV was louder than a drop forge in a steel mill. I turned the volume down over Ma's protests and as soon as I left the room she locked the door from the inside and turned the volume back up. This is kind of a regular occurrence and it usually goes no further. This time Ma opened the door to participate in her most favorite pastime, wasting TP, and when she returned she discovered that she had locked herself out of her room. She stood there quite some time trying all the keys in her possession, not realizing that there is no lock set on this door. I observed her confusion and started the process of breaking into the room. Every time I walked away to try a different tool, she went back to trying to fit her keys into the nonexistent keyhole. I finally got into the room by using my health insurance card and destroying it in the process. I hope I don't need it for anything. I then got a new hand set and proceeded to insure this never happens again by putting the locking mechanism on the outside. Now instead of locking me out I can lock her in. I doubt that this will solve the volume problem.

I am just having another one of those days when everything irritates me. I need to clean the bathroom, bleach the kitchen sinks, wash the floors, rewash the dishes that Ma has cleaned, and get ready to meet my pals in 2 hours. I am Ma's Cinderfella and tonight I am sneaking off to the ball. Sometimes it is more aggravating than others. First I have to throw away her TP empty tube collection and the new twist of saving the little portion cups from the applesauce I get for her. I have found at least 100 of them stashed away recently. What she is saving them for I may never know, but she needs to start it over as I tossed the first collection.