Battle of wills.

Sweetie with oldest grandson. 

Our grandson is in the Navy, stationed on the east coast. We miss him because he rarely comes home to visit. 

For the past two mornings, Sweetie hasn't been able to swallow her vitamin pill. She'll put it in her mouth, and take a drink of water, swallow the water, and then spit out the pill. She is also loosing the ability to brush her teeth, and to understand direction. 

She is acting more and more like a 5 year old when it comes to having something in her hand. If I don't get her to relax and then take it from her, she pulls her hand back, so that I can't get it. It doesn't matter what it is, to her it is the most valuable object she has, and will do anything to hold on to it. 

Bed time turned into a battle of wills. I make her wear a top and PJ bottom pants, or just her pullups. It is easier for us to change in the morning with less cloths on. I can't tell her that, because it won't make sense to her, so we battle the jeans off. Once the battle is over, and I get her jeans off, into bed she goes. 

I told you that I'm back to going to bed with her again. It works out well, for I can do some reading before I go to sleep, and I seem to be sleeping better myself. We used to pray before we'd go to sleep, then in digressed to our prayer song, now I just let her go off to sleep. 

This morning, I've arranged for a sitter so I can go to my support meeting. I need this time today. We haven't met in over a month, and just the mental relaxation, and hearing the common thread of stories being told, for some reason, I find comfort. I feel so fortunate to have Sweetie with me during this time of CV19. Men that cannot be with their wives tell a story of loneliness, because their lives are so wrapped up in their wives. 

Driver knows. He knows what a blessing Sweetie is to me, even when I cannot see it. He has those darn Easter Eggs laying around, and when I stumble on to one, my eyes are opened. Easter Eggs are of joy from the past, meant to encourage me as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town. Then help me Keep my Shiny Side Up. Just pull in behind me on this journey, Keeping your Shiny Side Up, and we'll find out together. C'ya, Love ya, and as always, God Bless.