The balance is shifting

I can't say I wasn't warned that things would get pretty evil before this journey ends. I heard it from friends and I learned it doing my research. The reality is, you just aren't ever really prepared to come in and find a pile of feces on the kitchen floor. Or urine in the kitchen garbage can. You just can't believe that you actually have to position mommy so that you can wash her behind and put diaper ointment on a rash. Well, actually, you only have to do those things once to become a believer.

Yesterday, mom talked non-stop about her friend Ed. She's become convinced that somehow they got married this week and that they have an infant. She claimed that she didn't get any choice in the matter, that Ed just took it into his own hands to marry her and now feels free to just order her around and make her do whatever he wants to do. I'm convinced that she has been confusing Ed with Mike for some time now, and is not happy that when Mike does his "drive by visits", he simply tells her they are going for a ride and that she doesn't have any choice in the matter. That's sort of what hd does. Then he feeds her some fast food and drops her off after a couple of hours. It confuses her and makes her angry and agitated. On top of that, when I got there, she didn't have any underpants of any kind on, which tells me that Mike is not doing the things that need done if he is going to be part of this team. We'll address those things this weekend.

Anyway, the balance between good times and bad times is definitely shifting toward many more bad times than good. I spoke with Mike this morning for the first time since he left. I apologized for the harsh words I had said, and he told me there was no need to do so. Well, there was, on my part at least. We need to become better organized as a family if we're going to make any decisions together. After I spoke with Mike, I called Tom, because I couldn't remember what my shift was today. He said that we were all three of us suffering from Sometimer's Disease. Sometimes we can't remember our shifts, sometimes we can. That made me laugh, which is something none of us are doing much of anymore.

I guess I can end this post on one of the better times. While mom and I were driving to the downtown mall last week, I saw that she was fumbling in her purse and that she had fished out some sunglasses. When I glanced over at her, this is what I saw, and had to take a picture when she got out of the car. More later friends.