I’ve had a very productive day. My Mom stayed home with me today, well she did go out for a bit, but it was okay, I was ready for my nap by then.
My Mom was still asleep after my Dad left this morning. He told me to let her sleep, so I did, for a bit. How long does a Momma need to sleep for? I went in and woke her up, because I wanted some food, and cuddles.
Mom goofed around and did something called “cleaning”, but her and I took time out today to have some cuddles. She washed the sheets on the bed, and we had our favorite game, I “helped” her make the bed with clean sheets. I like how they smell.
Around noon or something like that, I wanted to go outside, so Mom let me out, and I noticed something. Every bird in the neighborhood was visiting our middle hanging plant on our porch. I laid underneath it, not quite sure what was going on, and Mom kept her eye on me. Something was happening.
Mom said the birds were singing, because of an “event”. Whatever that means. This evening, I went outside again, and got busted in the garden by my Dad, he made me come inside, and I heard Mom and Dad talking.
Apparently the robin bird that has made her nest ON MY PLANT on the porch, had her babies tonite. Mom said she looked from the top of the deck and there are 2 little baby birds in the nest.
Hmmm….I may have to lay underneath the nest for a bit, baby birds have to fly sometime, and I’ll be waiting. Okay, who am I kidding, My Mom and Dad will have my skin, if I do something to a baby bird, but it might be fun to be a “God mother” or something…….
Hey y’all, it’s me again…Ms. baby AKA, fat cat….
My Mom wanted to tell this story, but it is all mine to tell. If you read Mom’s blog, you will know, I tried to catch a baby bird a few weeks ago, and got “dive bombed” by every bird in the neighborhood.
I don’t understand what the problem is. I. AM. A. CAT. Cats catch mice (haven’t you ever watched the Tom & Jerry Cartoon?) But, we also like birds. I have a hunters instinct about these things. As my Mom say’s, I am a cat.
I personally think these birds around my “hood” like to torture me, simply because they know my Mom and Dad won’t let me catch them. Ha, I got news for my parents……
The past few years, my 2 legged siblings, buy Mom a hanging basket, that she loves, Dad waters it to keep it alive, and I do like the smell of the pretty flowers. Well, I guess those birds like it too, because for the past couple of years, they have made a nest in it, and had babies.
This year, A Momma Robin has decided to set up her nest in the middle basket, and I’ve been keeping tabs on her, one of her relatives flew straight at Dad and almost landed on his nose, so I have to watch out for him. Baby birds are sort of clumsy, when they first start to fly, and that’s when I watch them closely.
This is the Momma bird, that has set up her house in my Mom’s plants. She takes breaks from sitting on her nest, and I ALWAYS get yelled at, when she does this. Pfft….I don’t want the Mom. Dad and Mom always yell at me to behave, when she leaves the nest. Like I am going to get her or anything. Shoot, All her relatives that are around would probably hurt me. I’ve been dive-bombed before.
This is the Mom in her nest, that she made, and gets mad at Dad, whenever he waters the plant, that she is nesting in. I lay underneath the basket every time I go outside, just in case, something falls out of it, and I can “save” whatever falls.
There are some other things hanging out around my house lately, and they look like this.
Now me, I love when Mom makes fried chicken, I wonder if I catch these, will she fry them up for me? They look like big chickens to me. I tried to catch one once. Dad and Mom laughed at me, pfft. If I really wanted to I could catch one of these.
But, I’m Ms. Baby AKA fat cat, and I don’t feel like running THAT hard after them.
Stay tuned, and I’ll let you know when the babies hatch, and start to fly, ahem, umm, start to leave the nest.
prrrrrrrrrr, I’m going to bed now with Mom and Dad now, someone has to keep their feet warm at night.
Hey y’all this is me….
I’m mom’s 4 legged baby, and that’s funny because my name is Ms. baby. Mom is letting me post because I have had a day.
In my world, I eat, sleep, poop, and run after stuff. I get mom up every morning by kicking her legs while she sleeps, (it’s only fair, she kicks me when she sleeps, because I sleep at the end of the bed.)
Apparently Mom and Dad made an appointment for me a few weeks ago and today was the day. They did not however, tell me about it. Before I start in about that, I really need to let my displeasure known about how Dad took MY table away from me for some garage sale they are having at my 2 legged sister’s house. What the heck? That table is my life line to “my t.v.” which I guess is AKA the downstairs window. Now mind you, Dad did rig up some contraption and my box is still in front of the window, but it wobbles, and well after my visit today, I may be a little overweight, and, although I have 9 lives, I’m not using them trying to jump onto that thing.
That brings me back to today, I started my morning off normal, although mom did not leave when she was supposed to, but I didn’t care. She fed me and gave me treats this morning, and I was lounging in my usual spot. MY room. Hey if they can have a room , so can I. I have a bed with my special blanket on it and pillows too.
I thought it was a little odd, when Mom came in and started loving on me, and then she scooped me up into her arms. I’m used to her scooping me up, but she was whispering things to me and I got nervous. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I noticed, she had her hand over my eyes, What the heck?
I don’t like my Mom right now. She set my happy fat butt into a Cat carrier and then SHE LOCKED THE DOOR. She picked me up and put me into that thing she loves ALMOST as much as me, and shut the door. By now, I am pissed and howling, like there is no tomorrow. Mom told me to hush and it wasn’t going to be bad, but HEY, where the heck is she taking me? The last time I was in this thing, I got shots and all kinds of other horrors. The Doctor looked up my butt, and EXCUSE me, but well…some things are private.
Mom played the radio, and jeez, do I really have to listen to her stuff? Put on some Stray Cats for goodness sake. I did notice what direction I was going in, so if she has planned to drop me off, I can find my way home.
That’s it, Mom’s a dead Mom when I get home. She brought me to that place called the Vets. I knew it as soon as she carried me in. The smell, I shut my mouth. They took me into a room and shut both doors and then Mom told me to come out. She’s my Mom, so I did, and when she wrapped her arms around me, I hid in her armpit. If I could have climbed into her shirt, I would have. I don’t like the Vet.
Pfft…I’m not sure why I worried, this was a walk in the park. I got weighed (yea, I may be a fat cat, but I’m a happy one). The Vet told Mom that I have big bones and while my legs may be short, I am still something to be reckoned with. I have not gained any weight, nor lost any weight, and I am a healthy fat cat. I got my shots, AND nobody looked at my butt. (Whew).
Momma took me home, and I had to show my displeasure over the whole experience, so I growled and snarled at her.
I’m over it, I had to show her how much I loved her tonite, and I did, AFTER she put my treats out.
It’s a good thing that I only do this once a year. But something tells me next year is gonna be a bunch worse, because I am now “classified” as a senior kitty, whatever that means. But after listening to Mom and Dad talk, I may get something from a place called AARP about a senior discount card, I hope it works for kitty treats, because I can never get enough of those…..
Hey y’all, this is me, Ms. Baby. My Mom has been having a hard time posting lately, there are to many things happening with her, and she does not want to come across all sad, and confused and stuff, so she asked me to post on her blog, so her readers would know she was still alive.
First off, this is me in the picture. I was trying to do my “sexy” pose, so I could get more treats. For some reason my Mom and Dad looked at me and laughed. How rude. Since Mom is giving me my own time on her blog there are some things I would like to address, and hope she reads this so I can get my point across.
First, if my paw touches it, it’s mine. That includes everything and if I happen to put my paw on your plate, it’s mine. Seriously.
Secondly, I think my Mom is cheating on me with some other kitties. The reason I say this, she is gone all day long, and then when she finally does get home, she has the smell of other kitties. What the heck, She is supposed to be a one kitty woman!
And another thing, I am supposed to be able to go outside in the morning and then in the evening. I usually don’t go far, just in the backyard for a couple of minutes, I like to eat the grass. I don’t like to go that far after that time the birds in neighborhood dive bombed my butt. For some unknown reason, they only let me out for about a minute in the morning and then a minute in the afternoon. Dad said something about not trying to heat the outside with our heat, whatever that means, pfft, I have a fur coat for crying out loud, it doesn’t affect me.
That’s another thing, Mom is falling off on her job of brushing me. I have a mat in my fur, what the heck is that about? I try really hard to get to all of my parts, but I may (cough, cough..uhmm…furball) have missed a spot.
I heard something too, the other day, and then that thing they use to take me out of the house showed up in the garage, which by the way is my domain. I have a window that is all mine and I sit in and guard the house for Mom and Dad. But this thing showed up and I heard whispers of the “Vet”. Now, I am here to tell you, That’s not gonna happen. I will hide under the bed and they will have no chance of getting me out. I don’t like the Vet. period.
I really don’t understand my Mom and Dad, they truly think THEY run this house. hehehe…They don’t know much. I am an alarm clock, when they sleep to late. I go in and kick them awake. I chase them up and down the stairs to make sure they stay healthy and all’s I ask for is a little treat now and then….
It’s a hard job, but I do the best I can. It’s hard taking care of these humans. Especially, since they are my Mom and Dad. But I know when they are upset, and I do my best to keep things going.
So, for all of you wondering, Mom is okay, she just needs a little break, and Dad is taking care of her, with my assistance. Don’t worry, she will be back in a couple of days and bore you to tears…..no problem… Until then, this is Ms. Baby signing off…..Thanks Mom for letting me post!
Today is the College Student‘s birthday. This is a letter from me to her:
My darling daughter,
While you were only 4 when I met you, you were a force to be reckoned with. You are a beautiful woman now. But you were oh so cute when you were little too. I didn’t know how to react to you at times, for you see, your Mother was in your life, and you did not like to share your Dad with me.
Things may have seemed bleak lately, but they are not. Nothing has changed, and you are still the “baby” of the family. While today, you have reached your 22nd birthday. I would just like to let you know, a couple of things.
1. I Love you.
2. Your Dad loves you, as well as your brother’s and sisters.
3. I am so proud of the woman you are becoming, I could shout it from the rooftop.
4. I may not be your Mother, but I am still your Mom, and friend for life.
5. I am very proud to call you my daughter. (Even if I’m the Step Mother, and the wicked one at that.)
6. The world is your playground, and you embrace it and enjoy each and every day.
9. We still have the note you wrote to your Dad and I on the fridge, the day you left for college. And Boo-Bear, Your Welcome.
I could go on and tell some embarrassing stories “Octo-Mom” with one kid, but I think you know what I mean.
Thank you Boo for being in my life, for calling everyday, and just being you! Happy Birthday little one, and I love you!!!
“The wicked Step-Mother”
I have realized that sometimes, even though you are blood, it does not make you a family. The reason I know this? I’m about to go into some personal issues, and they are solely my issues, but the end result is what I have learned in my OWN experience.
I had a birth Mother, whom I have never met. It was her loss, not mine. I was cared for by my first step-Mother, who did not share the same blood as I, but who loved me. She never had any children, and I was it. ( I believe I told y’all last night she died when I was 11.) Her family, My Grandma Kile, and all of the family, accepted me. They all loved me, and I spent a lot of summer’s at her house and then to my Grandma Ruth’s house.
My second stepMomma, the one I write about, married the Farmer, after I had left home. She dated my dad for a couple of years, so I knew her and loved her, and accepted her. She is my Momma, and has been my friend, in my “grown up” years.
I never had any “blood” brother’s or sisters. But I do have a lot of brother’s and sister’s. I was lucky enough to go to a Boarding School for my 10-12 grade years. London Central High School. Which, for those that don’t know, it was an American High School, which housed day student’s, 5 day dormies, and 7 day dormies. We were all American kids, on British soil, on an American Air Station. We all shared a common bond. We lived in a dormitory, we were away from our parent’s, and we were all family. The funniest thing about this, is that we are a group, we have all bonded from our situations. We are all friends, even people who went to the school after I graduated, to people who went to the school before I ever got there. There are some of those people, I call my brother and sister. I also know, that should I ever need anything, anyone of them would be there. I truly believe as well that after staying in contact after 33 years, means something.
I have met friends in my life, and I call some of them brother’s or sister’s. Because they love me and I love them. I’ve also met some people in my life that I do NOT call brothers or sisters, and their time in my life, was for me to learn something or another. The lessons were hard at times, but I learned them. I don’t take love lightly. I also have a close circle. Sometimes, I don’t always speak up, but I do a lot of thinking in the back ground. But, seriously, once I let you into my circle, you will be there always.
To me, a family isn’t necessarily blood relations. It is simply who chooses to accept me, who love me, and would do anything for me, as I would for them.
I learned a new term yesterday and I’ve been mulling it around in my head, and I guess, it makes some sort of sense.
Yesterday I heard the term “The Sandwich Generation“ I had never heard this expression before, but I looked it up, again on Wikipedia:
- Traditional: those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children.
- Club Sandwich: those in their 50s or 60s sandwiched between aging parents, adult children and grandchildren, or those in their 30s and 40s, with young children, aging parents and grandparents.
I guess that I thought, that while I am not the ONLY person taking care of their parent who has Parkinson’s disease, or any disease for that matter, it never occurred to me that other people take care of both a parent, and their grandchild, or their child for that matter.
So, after realizing this, I feel a bit comforted in the fact, that I’m not the only one that has feelings of being overwhelmed at times. My current state of mind lately has been just that. Overwhelmed. Sometimes, there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day, to accomplish all I want to.
The funniest thing about this, my favorite saying to everyone used to be “The world is round, and I’ll get there”. This saying has been used on me in the last couple of days, and I guess I just have to laugh, and realize the truth in this statement.
After being invited to use my post on the web site http://www.scoop.it/t/sandwich-generation, and then going to the actual site and reading some of the other bloggers posts. I have found, I am not alone. While I have a lot of blogger friends that are going through Parkinson’s with their loved one’s, and I read each post, and sometimes make comments, sometimes not, I take their experience and see if it will work in my situation. If I see other’s in experiences that I have gone through, I try to give another spin on it, by what I’ve dealt with. Because believe it or not, while the faces are different,. the situations are different, we are all dealing with a seriously sucky thing.
Caregiving is a difficult thing to do, be it you are the spouse, the brother, the sister, the daughter, the son or whatever. But it appears to me through the blogging world, we all kind of make a difference to each other.
So, thank you to my blogging world, I do appreciate all of you. You all have also helped me in more ways than you know, be it clicking like on my blog, or just reading it, even making comments.
Today dawned far to early for it to be a Saturday. I had to go over to the Farmer’s to watch momma for about an hour and a half this morning. I got to the Farmer’s and he LAUGHED at me (HEY, I DID change out of my p.j.’s). The first words out of his mouth were, “Hon, you can take a nap, Momma’s had her meds.”
Well, the nap didn’t happen. I made another cup of coffee, and got busy. I changed Momma’s pants, and covered her back up, and then went down to get the paper, started a load of laundry (where does all this laundry come from? I think there are little elves over at the Farmer’s house that purposely dirty stuff up, so I can do laundry). I did sit on the couch and watch Food Network for a bit though. And NO, I never did get that nap.
Joyce arrived and we chatted for a bit and then she went in to get Momma up and the Farmer got back home, so I left. You see, today was a big day in my house.
Yesterday, the Electrician went to Monical’s Pizza and got 5 pizza’s for today. But, I’m distracted, let me get back to it. I got home and got things ready because, my house was about to fill up again.
Today, The Nursing student, Fisher dude, Cam-Man, Brayden boy, Oldest son and newly engaged Fiance were coming to my house to “hang out” and talk about wedding stuff, and just have a good time.
They all arrived and we cooked 4 of the 5 pizza’s, and got full. Then the “manly” bunch went outside to do some fishing in the pond. Today Brayden Boy got his first fishing pole, and they were going to try it out. The fiance hung out with the Nursing Student and I for a bit and then went outside to join the fishing gang.
The nursing Student and I have been faithfully mushing our bags of “Amish Friendship bread”. Today was the day to bake the bread and make more bags to pass onto friends. Before we even started, we realized that a trip to the store was needed for Instant Vanilla pudding, and oil. So the Fiance and Nursing student ran to the store. I got things prepped and then realized uhm, oops, I don’t think we are going to have enough milk to perform this task.
So, we did the only thing we could think of when the 2 girls got back, we sent the Electrician to the store. Well, I don’t know how some families do it, but when MY family gets together its chaos. Plus, you put me and the Nursing student into the kitchen and there will be a lot of giggles and one hell of a mess. At one point, because we had 3 different full batches going, well, one of the batches might have got 1/2 cup of extra flour, because we were talking and we both kind of lost count.
Let me just explain that one bag of mush, makes 2 loaves of friendship bread. Yes, we were adventurous and had 6 loaves of bread, not to mention the 12 bags of “new” starter kits. We had enough loaf pans to make them (Thanks to the Farmer for donating the 3 aluminium ones, and yes, your loaf is ready for you). We put them into the oven and went outside to join the rest of the gang.
All in all, it was a really good day in my house. The 6 loaves of bread turned out great. The Nursing student and I gave the Fiance a loaf of fresh-baked bread, AND a starter kit with instructions. The Nursing Student took home 2 loaves, and I have 3, 1 for the Farmer, 1 for us, and 1 for our neighbors.
This is the “manly men” down by the pond, getting ready for some serious fishing….
Brayden Boy caught his first fish today, and we were all so proud. Another fisher-dude in the family.
Uncle Nate, Aunt Kari, and Cam-Man, I think they all had a good time today.
I wish the other kids could have been here, today, but I know that one of these days, we will ALL get together.
Today in my world, we switched it up. This morning, I woke up at 5:30 am because I was afraid I would be late picking Cam-Man up at 7 am. So, I got up and drank some coffee and hit the road at 6:30. I left a few minutes early because I had to drive by a certain residence in my small town (which will be another post). After driving by, I giggled.
I scooped up Cam-Man who was happy to see me peering into his crib asking “Hey Cam-Man you wanna wake up and go see Poppa?” After getting his pants changed, and me grabbing another set of clothes plus his shoes and socks, and having him grab his jacket, and his blankey. Kissing and hugging his Momma bye, off we went.
Cam-Man looked a little confused when I told him where we were going, as we got closer to my house, that lil dude livened up BIG TIME. We pulled up and got all our stuff and came inside, Cam-Man yelled “POPPA” when we got inside. Usually Poppa meets us at the door, but not this morning, he was uhm…busy. Poppa finally came upstairs and there was a squeal from Cam-Man.
I drank another cup of coffee, and fed Cam-man breakfast while the Electrician took a shower. Then, Poppa came up and told Camsgranny, “Hit the road k? I got this”.
Off down the road I went to the Farmer’s. When I got there, I gave Momma her meds, and got her dry. I made a cup of coffee and went in to chat to the Farmer. He was going to do a road trip today, so, I shooed him off, and he left.
I had a game plan today. It was raining and gloomy outside, and on days like this Momma usually does not do to well. So, we made an agreement, when I went in to get Momma up, I asked her, “do you want to get up now, or be lazy and sleep a little while longer?”‘ She replied with a little grin “Can I sleep in my bed a little longer?” “Yes, you can sleep in your bed a little longer but we have to make a deal”.. she looked at me and asked “what’s the deal?” I replied (trying to keep a straight face) “You can sleep as long as you want, but every 2 hours I am coming in here and you are going to change position, and I’m gonna change your pants, and you can’t complain when I tell you it’s time to get up and YOU have to help me ok?”. She giggled, folks, she looked me straight in the eye, gave me her hand and said “DEAL”.
So, I let her be lazy today. However, while she was sleeping I mopped the kitchen, bathroom and dining room floors, did ALL of the Farmer’s laundry, did ALL of Momma’s laundry, cleaned the Farmer’s bathroom, cleaned Momma’s bathroom, baked some Oatmeal raison cookies (for the Farmer, they are his favorite). Cleaned out the fridge (I think the Farmer is trying a science experiment with mold). Washed all the dishes and then read the paper.
After letting Momma sleep for a while, and I checked her and shifted her butt over 2 times, I finally went in and asked her if she was ready to get up. Folks, I got the Sunny smile and was told, sure, I feel great.
So, I gave her a bath, got her dressed and between the two of us, and Momma worked hard. We had therapy while she was in her bed, and then when she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I will tell you now, I was a little scared, and nervous. On a regular day it takes me and the Farmer to get Momma up and walking. Today, Momma and I did it together. I made sure she had all of her limbs “loose”, and I asked her if she was ready, and she told me “Joanne, you and I have this ok, trust me”. “I always trust you Momma, and I’m glad you trust me” was all I said.
SUCCESS story, We made it with bells ringing, (literally, there was an ambulance screaming down Route One with its sirens blazing). Momma sat in her chair and then her and I chatted. Momma looked out the window and she said, “Wow what a grey day, it reminds me of England”. “I know, Momma, how are you feeling?” “Sleepy”. was her reply. Yea, you guessed it, she fell back asleep in her chair. Me? I dozed off for a few minutes, until I heard the back door open, and in walked the Farmer.
“Can you help me unload?” he asked me as I walked into the kitchen. I spent the next few minutes unloading from all of the purchases from “Sam’s Club”. I put everything away (or so I thought) and I hugged both the Farmer and Momma and headed down the road to my house. Half way there I realized that I had not put the freezer things away, and I called the Farmer. “UHM, Dad, I think I forgot to put the butter and bacon in the freezer, I carried them downstairs and got sidetracked putting the paper stuff away, can you check for me please?”
I was right, I got completely sidetracked, and the Farmer put the freezer stuff away, I arrived home, and the Electrician had stuff he had to do, so he left Cam-Man (who was totally wiped out) with me. The rest I will save for another post.
My day today, as a switch up day, The Electrician had a FANTASTIC day with his Grandson, that he will never forget, I had a Great day with Momma, the Farmer got his road trip, and well…I’m kinda tired, so for tonite, My world is good and the FUNK is gone….
I’m just Blessed with alot of things, I’m thankful for a lot of things, and I’m whacked, kinda like Cam-man…so Nite y’all…