Progressive and repressive.

Me and my girls.

 

My girls, and have to date this picture, it is over 10 years old. They are the youngest in the front, and oldest in the middle, and of course there is me, the thorn with the roses. 

Afterwards, I came to the conclusion that raising children is one of the most difficult task know to man. For as a parent, could not wait for them to start growing from laying to crawling, from crawling to walking, and so on. 

What I was also finding is that as they went from one stage to another, I would wish that they stayed in the other stage. For with each new stage, there were new problems and with each challenge, there would be new solutions.

Why do I bring this up, you ask? Because with Sweetie going through the different stages of Dementia, she is going backwards. She is drawing more and more dependent upon me. I am the one that bears that responsibility. 

Last night was the first night I slept on the couch. Sweetie has been moving, twisting and pulling the covers this way and that way, to the point that I couldn't stop her, and I had to get some sleep. 

I have a feeling that it won't be my last time sleeping on the couch. This is just another stage for her, and I have to do my best to keep rested, and ready to help her. The couch isn't bad, and I think I'll get used to sleeping there easily. 

Thursday

It was a rough night last night and Sweetie wasn't even ready to get up. I was able to give her some of her Happy Medicine to try to get her going. After a couple of tries, I gave up and let her sleep. Life isn't going to stop, if we miss our Bible Study. 

It was shorly after that, when my DIL called. They have a flu going around in their household. One boy came down with it last week, then it moved on to each boy, and now to her. We were going to have lunch with them, and that put those plans to next week. 

It appeared that Sweetie's need for sleep, and the sick household were intune with each other. I just hope that the infection wasn't from our Soup Sunday. If so, then we are at risk of getting sick. I hope not. 

We spent most of the day watching TV, as usual, and then made a dash to the store. Found a time when Sweetie was willing, and so we went. 

Back home, for some more TV time, dinner and a meeting. Sweetie was in a fearful mood as we arrived at the church. She was so pensive all the time we were there. I just wonder if that is the reason she couldn't sleep last night? When we got home, we watched a Murder She Wrote, and went to bed.

She seemed to be fine when we hit the sheets, it was as we laid in bed, she began her nightly squirming and pulling the blankets. After two hours, I left and went to the living room and the couch. 

I awoke around 2 and went to check on her. She was up, and had made a pile of the blankets in the middle of the bed, and was walking around the bed tring to fingure out what to do. Got her to let me make the bed, got her into it, and she in now asleep. I just wonder what the day will bring today. 

These are the days that I have to depend on my Driver knowing the right way to go. His is to keep us on the Road to Dementia Town. Mine is to make sure Sweetie makes it with us. It was a difficult task, but there were times we were able to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.   Arthur.