No, It Was a Temporary Glitch in my Bad Mood

Could be hormones, but MIL is driving me nuts today. I had an impossible schedule to meet, with three people needing to be taken to three different places at virtually the same time. I juggled things, called in favors, etc., to handle it all, and had pretty much decided not to take MIL to the Senior Center, although it was Friday. Her home health aid, Devonna was coming to get her showered and ready to go, but it still wasn't going to work well.

So I should have just smiled and said, "OK" when she started saying she didn't want to leave the house today, and that all she does at the Sr. Center is watch television, but instead, I lost my temper. Stupid, but I've heard it a hundred times and I'm sick of it. So I yelled at her, ran a few frustrating errands, came home for a few minutes to eat lunch, and she started in again, asking if I wanted to know WHY she didn't want to go to the Senior Center...

Knew, didn't care...

But she wouldn't stop talking about it, and I lost my temper again. She's going to live forever, and I'm going to give myself a heart attack.

Am I Developing a Better Attitude?

When little things that Betty does tick me off, like taking her teeth out at the dinner table, I write the blog entry in my sarcastic little head, and yet I haven't been writing them in my sarcastic little BLOG. I think I'm accepting the situation for what it is--something she can't help--and feeling a little less snarky about it.

Then there's the fact that I spent a week with extended family, and Betty's lookin' better and better to me... Yeah, there are those teeth I have to hear about every day, and see in the bathroom (and sometimes on the kitchen table), but on the other hand, she doesn't criticize anybody, doesn't pick on my kids, is generally grateful for things we do for her, and pays her own way around here. She worries that she's not contributing to the running of the household, when in truth, we couldn't live here without her.

There's a lot to be said for that.

So maybe I'll start being more INFORMATIONAL in my postings, instead of VENTING MY SPLEEN. At least until the next time she takes out those damn teeth while I'm eating.