Moved

Done… I spent 8.5 hours packing and moving MIL, my DH and step-daughter longer. Plus there were three professional movers, and another couple who are part of the tribe. I am trying to focus on the positives! We got her MOVED. I am also struggling with how contrary my MIL is. She thinks we’re gonna keep taking her shopping rather than her taking advantage of the three squares the community provides. Think again. She has to have her vacuum cleaner. The community provides housekeeping. “I must have it!” Think again. She insisted on bringing every one of her cooking utensils. She hasn’t cooked in forever. Now I get to sneak them out… Less stuff, less confusion. Thank God someone distracted her when she was digging through what’s stored under the stove top. I told my step-daughter, “Don’t remind her she has a bread machine!” Hasn’t been used in over 10-years, possibly 15, but if asked, she would have wanted to take it! She scowled at a resident who paused to introduce herself… I have a new saying: “I got no use for contrary abuse.” Yeah, it’s dementia talking, but I can’t take anymore today. Good thing I don’t have to 😏.

The two of us go back to apartment late morning to finish placing furniture, get the art on the walls, and organize the kitchen. We will also take her to lunch in the dining room…

It’s very soothing to be in our home. There are times, and rooms, I feel that we have far too much clutter, or are stalled out on lingering projects. None of it, none, compares to the sea of Post-its, lists, mail chaos, and notes on the backs of envelopes that cover every surface at my MIL’s house. Helping her start fresh feels good.