Friday, September 5, 2014

Will The Real Mom Please Stand Up?

Although the day started off fairly calm, the it ended with a real bang.

Again, Mom got up on her own. I like those days. So like normal, I made her a cup of coffee and then breakfast while she read the daily paper. So far so good! When she had finished eating I took her plate and she headed off to her room. So I thought anyway. She actually made a loop around the living room and came back to the table thanking me for making her a great breakfast. Even though I had been calling her Mom all morning, I could tell by the expression on her face she had no idea who I was. She turned around, went to her rocking chair and picked up the paper again. I grabbed her more coffee and told Kel I had to run some errands then headed out.

When I finally got back, Kel said she had stayed up another half hour or so after I left. That's a good thing. It seems now that the days are getting shorter, Mom is up more. That's a good thing, but I don't understand why it's happening.

The day progressed in a normal uneventful way, that is until dinner. At dinner the Mom of old decided to show up. Don't get me wrong, she was still dazed and confused, but the mean streak I had grown up with came poring out.

We  had Mom's plate all ready for her, but we were all eating before she finally made the thirty minute trek from her room, to the bathroom, to the table. She sat down, looked at her food then gazed around the table with angry look on her face.

I'm not sure if it was Paula or me that asked her what was wrong, but instead of replying directly, she pointed her crooked and gnarly witch-like index finger at Kel and said with an angry, shaky voice, "Your name"?

Paula was quicker than I was with a reply and said, "That's Kelsey, your granddaughter".

Well that earned Paula the "you are to stupid to be alive look"', from Mom that's normally reserved for me and I had to hold back a laugh.

Mom didn't really reply, she just kept glaring at Kel, muttering "Kelsey, Kelsey, Kelsey". After a few seconds she said "don't I have a Kelsey at home"?

Well I had to do it. This time I told Mom there is only one Kelsey, her granddaughter. OK, that got me the normal, you are to stupid to be alive look from Mom that I love so much. After a few more minutes of banter back and forth, I think she finally figured it out, or forgot what we had been discussing because the conversation ended. That is, for now.

After Paula, Kenna and Kel had all finished eating and left the table, Mom asked me, "who was the woman sitting across from me"?

I replied, "that's Makenna, Paula's daughter".

With another glazed over look, Mom said, "Paula"?

I explained who Paula was the best I could and then left the table shaking my head and chuckling under my breath.

Even though the day started out well, the Mom of old showed up in the end. Mom's behavior doesn't bother me anymore, but I'm sure it gets to Paula a little, and even though they don't show it, I know it gets to all the kids.

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