Bad Idea.

At the dentist.

As I sit here, going through my pictures of Sweetie, thinking of which one would be best for today. It hits me, it doesn't matter which one I pick, because it is for me. The memories that each one has, a push pin on a memory map. The pictures not only cress cross the years gone by, they stir up thoughts of what were, and I can hold them close to me. 

Yesterday, I heard Sweetie up, and I know she will soon come down and we will get our day going. Well, I'm going to have to change waiting on her, and I'm going to have to go up and see what she is doing.

When we went up to get ready, I found that she had taken her pullups out the drawer, and unfolded them, put them in a pile along with socks, a spare bra, and jeans. I didn't find her wet pullups that she had changed out of, and so far, still haven't. 

Yesterday was a shower day, and it was needed. Her bowls are soft and mushy, so it gets all over the place. I'm finding by using a bar of soap to softly wash her, she is more accepting then just my hand. I know that there is something going on in her mind about the shower and me washing her. I am continually telling her what I'm doing and that it is OK. Especially when I'm washing her privates. Telling her that I'm her husband and it is OK for me to touch her there. 

I'm still able to get her to get her hair wet and shampoo it. I've given up shaving her armpits and legs. So glad she has light hair, both color and quantity. As her husband, I do get some personal enjoyment in the shower with her. There is still a need to see her and remember. 

I tried to wean her off CBD and that wasn't a good idea. I didn't see it coming, just like a flash of lighting, she was there. Up and off the couch, needing to get outside to help her boys. Quickly gave her a dose of Hemp Oil, then the Stress Relief lotion, and she calmed down. 

When she had relaxed, we took a car ride out to a little bit of country. I'm thinking of a short couple of hours drive to the mountains, but am worried about her potty schedule. I get so frustrated with myself for I'm either getting her to the potty too late, or if we go, and nothing happens, sure as anything, 10, 15 minutes later, she is acting like something is wrong, and there it is, and here we are in the shower again. I look at it this way, she has the cleanest bottom in town. 

Sure, there are responsibilities I have to take care of, that is in anyone's life. I just have to choose if it is a problem or a chance to do good. I chose the later. Life with Sweetie is a challenge because she slips away a little at a time each day. So far this month, she has forgotten to use a dish towel to dry and put away the dishes. I just smile and guide.  

"Town, which town? Hey Driver, where are we going today?" A preview of the mountain pass? Or just on the Highway to Dementia Town? It doesn't matter to me, because I'm just a passenger on this trip. The more I listen to my Driver as I sleepily sit and have visions of what He is telling me, I get refreshed with some of an insight for the day. Life is lived one day at a time, and with me and my Driver, each day has Easter Eggs in them, and I find it is best to look for the Eggs then the poop in the pullups. Off we go, down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. Care to make a caravan today? Just imagine our cars, driving down the Road, with all our Shiny Sides Up. Later, Love Ya and God Bless.