It's Friday, which is one of the days MIL is supposed to go to the Senior Center for therapy (and, yes, to get out of my hair). She wouldn't get dressed, so I told her I'd take her in her nightgown if that's what she wanted. This has worked in the past, but not today. She put her coat on over her nasty old nightgown! I asked her if she might find it embarrassing to be there in her nightgown, and she said, "No, not in the least."
I called the senior center and they told me I'd have to hang out there until she got dressed, which defeats the purpose of bringing her there... So I told her THERE WAS NO CHOICE and she had to get dressed, and SHE DID. It didn't feel like a victory.
Note to self: Never try to psych out a stubborn old lady with Alzheimer's...
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