I'm not sure which is worse--MIL in a bad mood or MIL in a good mood. When she's crabby I can be crabby back, which lets me vent, albiet childishly. When she's all perky and peppy, as she was a few days ago, I find it intensely irritating. Her sense of humor was never appealing to me--her joking comments were always sarcastic--and that hasn't changed. Now, combined with the Alzheimer's issues, it's a double whammy.
I brought her back last Wednesday from a day at the Senior Center, and wanted to feed her dinner right away. This is selfish on my part--I don't enjoy eating dinner with her--but it suits her just fine because she doesn't have to put in her dentures if she eats before or after the rest of us. The downside is that I usually have to find something she can eat that doesn't require teeth, and she usually wants to eat things that she won't be able to chew, yet doesn't want to put in her teeth... the endless, circular arguments about it drive me nuts. So after five minutes of that nonsense, I offered her the rest of the soup I gave her the day before, and she agreed to it, but as I was taking it out of the microwave she started to leave for her bedroom. I said, "Wait, Betty, your soup is ready," and she said, "Oh, I don't want soup!"
Fortunately, my husband was there, or I would have REALLY lost it. As it was, I stomped out of the kitchen and left it to him... and she just cackled away at her little joke.
She never did eat the damn soup.
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