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Hope your cooking is not the culprit - I find that hard to believe. As for those who abandon blogs, I may have to dust off the keys, unlock the secret door and let it all out. Mother is here for a visit which means I cannot eat, drink, speak , scratch, roll my eyes, shake my head or simply slam it against the wall - because every move I make is suspect in some regard. She is rationing my food in the hope that I will join her in achieving a frail, although much healthier physique. Tonight, I was "allowed" one half of a grilled, skinless, boneless chicken breast, one half of a baked sweet potato and a serving a brocoli (steamed - no butter, no salt). At this rate, I will be back to a fighting weight in no time. Meanwhile, Mr. B. hides out upstairs in the land of eBay and I am subject to a recitation of my many mistakes in judgement, dress, attitude over the past half century. I surely hope you appreciate your mother...because I could get real adept at guilt lessons from the all-time champ...However, rest assured - you remain your own unique self and I think you're great just as you are. Don't mind my pedantic musings, I am just trying to keep at least one foot in the realm of reality.
I feel your pain Mom, I feel your pain. I love Grams, I really do, but it takes a strong constitution to paste the smile on, nod your head and listen to everything you've ever done wrong in your entire life since the moment you first took oxygen into your lungs.
But I've finally figured her out ... And the damnedest thing is we're just like her in our own ways. (Maybe not as intense though.) When she feels out of sorts, out of place, out of control, nervous, scared, you name it, whatever she feels, Grams has a way of coming down on someone else to ease that tension. She's not the milk and cookies kind of Grams that I always dreamed of, but she is where we got our rise from the ashes Phoenix like strength. At least I think so ...
So my suggestion, extra walks around the lake, humoring her without letting her walk all over you, and if all else fails, you can always pack your bags, leave her there with Ken and come visit me for a while. Your granddaughter is in need of an extra firm hand and I could use all the help I can get ... (I think she takes after your mother.)
As for Brenda, she knows not what she asks.
I, like Stacey, view the situation from the outside with my Great-grandmother (94 in March) and my Grandmother (Late 70-something in April). My GM moved in with my GGM after GGM went to the hospital in Dec of '01. I lived there as well, but that's a whole nother story. For the first while, GGM and GM didn't get along much at all. I was forever having to remind GM that GGM was old and set in her ways and to be patient. They remained at each other's throats until recently when GGM had a minor stroke and GM had to hand feed her. (My GGM is VERY prideful and I'm sure she was humbled to the floor.) It really turned their relationship around.
Best of luck Stacey's Mom.
-Reama
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