I'm winging it.
Usually, I try to write about a current situation or something inspirational or something amusing (like slipping Robert a veggie burger).
Tonight . . . I don't know what's wrong with me so I'm just writing. I was reading some posts from other caregivers and feeling very sappy and then started to cry. I haven't cried in ages and actually started to think there might be something wrong with me. I mean, when my dad died I thought I would eventually have a day of crying at some random, inopportune time, but that never happened. Had I somehow hardened myself so much that I can no longer cry? What happens to a person's tear ducts if they don't cry every now and then? Do they seal up from lack of use?
So, what's going on with me? I had a productive weekend working on a project near and dear to my heart but I was pretty frustrated with Robert this weekend. I want to make his life a bit easier but I don't want him to be so dependent on me and my husband that it's harmful to him. He's used to stopping by Starbucks with me after I pick him for the weekend and we get a Chai tea for me, a regular ice tea for hubby and chocolate creme Frappuccino for him. Before we even made it to the car this weekend, he asked if we were getting a chocolate shake. It kind of bugged me because what started out as a "treat" is now something he's come to expect. I told him we can't get that every single time I pick him up.
"Why not?" he asked. Well . . . because, we just can't, that's why.
Later in the weekend, he wanted me to hand him his pajama bottoms. They were in the hallway on his walker, just outside the bathroom. I was in a whole other room but close enough to listen for him if he had a problem.
He asked me to hand him his pj bottoms.
I'm in the other room.
I told him he could get them and he said, "but I'm sitting down." Well, so am I and I'M IN THE OTHER ROOM! (Don't worry, I didn't actually yell at him). He pondered this dilemma and then got his own pj bottoms but I don't think he was very happy about it. I want to make his life easier (like by helping make sure he wears clean clothes or buying him shirts that close with Velcro instead of buttons) but I don't want him to be too dependent if it's not necessary.
I don't want to be taken advantage of, I guess.
Today, I had a crappy day at work. It's been stressful at work because this is my busy season (reviews, budget, etc.) and there are just days that are tougher than others (or maybe it's just they all build up or maybe it's because I enjoyed the writing project so much this weekend and "day job" was a stark contrast to that).
Aside from that, my mother-in-law went in for a heart procedure today (she's fine) and didn't think I was stressed about that but its possible thinking about her may have added to my doldrums.
Plus, Wayward Son is leaving in one week for Air Force boot camp. His going away party is this weekend but then he's leaving next Monday. He's certainly not doing anything lately to make me miss him (staying up all night playing video games, waking me up in the middle of the night as he forages in the kitchen, grunting greetings instead of using actual words). As irritated as I am with him, maybe the thought of him leaving is bugging me too (although I'm really looking forward to using his closet).
Who knows.
All I know is I'm just down in the dumps and find myself with wet eyes at my keyboard.
I guess my tear ducts work after all.