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Yettie One


We have always been rather blessed as a family, as comedy for our entertainment through the years has kind of always been provided by my mother. Mom is a wonderful woman, but takes fright really easily and is so gullible bless her. I have some pure classic memories through the years of funny instances and events that provided much mirth for me as a kid and us as a family.


It is always good to get around the table and recount these memories or tease mom over the various mishaps through the years. From bringing a rather posh restaurant to a standstill on Christmas day, to having a coffee shop evacuated in error, or learning to skateboard on a parcel trolley, unintentionally I might add, mom has always managed to make me crack up.


This week was a perfect example. To give everyone some background, my mom has Alzheimers, and I am a full time carer now for her, luckily having been given permission to work from home. Now while this is over all a hugely difficult thing to face, it does produce some moments that can only be describes as hilarious.


On Monday afternoon, while I was busy working in my room, mom occupied herself in her room with some chore or other, and everything seemed fine. At some stage I became aware that mom had been in the bathroom for a fair amount of time. It is like a sub concious thing I have kind of developed to listen for tell tail signs of distress or emergency, even when I am busy.


So, I noticed that she'd been in the bathroom a fair while, and so decided to just give a close listen and make sure she was ok. I could smell her shampoo (it has a really strong scent) and realised she was washing her hair, so panic over. However, a half hour later, she was still washing her hair. I wondered what was up, but again, I have learnt to be patient and allow her to do what she needs to do as long as she is in no danger.


When I eventually heard the door open, I called out to check she was ok, and heard her gawf as she wondered through to her bedroom. I waited for her to change, and could hear her giggling in her room, and by now my curiosity was raised to high levels.


Eventually she came through to my office, and while still drying her hair, informed me she'd had a disaster. I turned to look at her, and asked what had happened. She explained that she'd found some stuff in her cupboard for her hair, and had decided to try it out on a little bit of her hair to see if it still suited her. Well, apparently she'd got more than she anticipated on the one side of her hair, and it was a disastrous colour, (I assume from its age or something). Too shy to tell me, she'd rushed to wash it out, but it took 16 washes to get the stuff out.


Well by now I was giggling myself, just from the state my mother was in while trying to explain this all too me. I got up and followed her through to her room to dry her hair for her, and as we got there I asked what she had done with the 'stuff' she'd put in her hair.


"Oh I threw the bloody stuff out," she told me. "I don't want to be doing that again." (please bear in mind my mom's memory, she'd probably forget she'd tried this in a few weeks, and if it was still lying around might try it again. I am blessed in that my mom is still aware of her mental problems and manages them quite well when she can).


"Oh", I said. "What was it doing still lying around?" My mom stopped dying her hair a number of years ago now.


"I don't know, I just wondered what it would look like, so wanted to try a little, but that didn't work," she giggled.


"What colour was it?" I enquired.


"Hang on, I'll go get it," she replied wondering off as I readied the hair dryer.


When she returned, the fun started.....


What she handed to me was a small bottle of Revlon Facial Foundation in a light sandy colour. Well, I was rolling on the floor. I couldn't talk, tears were streaming down my face and my sides hurt like hell.


When I could eventually talk, I explained the reason for my hysteria to my mom. "This is facial make up," I explained.


My mom's eyes became the size of saucers, and she proclaimed, "Oh good God, what would I want to put that s**t on my face for?"


Well, this moment will live long in my memory. My mom is a fine old lady that has done so much for me in my life, and while it is hard to deal with what is going on around me, it is our ability to laugh that makes it bearable some days. I hate to think about the reality of it all, but they say it is the good things in life you remember the longest. In this instance I know that this is true.


We will all face hardship and difficult times at some point in our lives, but even in the darkness, there are days that are good days.


Thought for today - "While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about." - Angela Schwindt


Song for today - Mama I Love You by the Spice Girls

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Awww Rob, it is so great that you can still laugh with her, and about her actions. I am sure she loves you so much, and what a wonderful guy you are to take on the job of caring for your mom. My mom died at 52, and when I hear others complalin about having to care for a geriatric family member, it saddens me. They forget that they are aging everyday. I treasure my moments with my daughter and my grandson so much. But, the two of them, and my hubby appoint themselves to care for me. The soon to be eight grandson stays at least one weekend a month, and sees me cooking, and knows how i hate cutting an onion, because it makes my eyes burn and water. One night whey my hubby was busy outside, i was cooking, and was trying to do the onion myself, so I did not have to bother him. My grandson comes into the kitchen, sees me, props his hands on his hips and says, " Nana, you know good and well you need Papaw to do that for you, so just put it down, and I will go get him." They are all my heart. But, at times, I feel like the child.lol

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Your story made me smile. After just losing my mom a few months ago and my grandmother the year before, I've found myself missing both of them so very very much. It made think of them and brought back some very fond memories. I had a very similar incident with my Grandmother right before she passed. We were going to take some family photos and she had to go and get dolled up. When she came back she had this bright neon sparkly pink on her forehead! I asked her what it was. She whispered "I had a blemish that I had to cover up"


I started laughing when I realized she didn't use cover-up but lipstick by accident. Had to trot her back inside to wash it off.....I miss her, but still smiling about that day.


Thanks for sharing! hug.gif

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It's a bit funny when you suddenly realise that the relationship is changing somewhat. Having a responsibility to family is normal, but having responsibility for family is rather odd when it's your parents. I'm lucky, I suppose. My 73 / 67 parents are fitter than most people half their ages, and there's no dementia history. But I still feel I need to keep an eye on thngs to an extent. I could live with my father ... but my mother? Oooh noooo, that would be detrimental to both of us! :P


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What a wonderful memory Yettie. I am blessed to have an active 75 yr old Mom and I know it. We've had a lot of contentious years, but finally we're both in a place where we are so much closer. There is a lot of laughter in our family as well, and usually the silly mistakes. Our ability to laugh at ourselves comes from both our parents(divorced now), but Mom and I can be like two peas in a pod.

Thanks for sharing that Yettie.

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Thanks for sharing and taking the time to relate that even in the tragedy that is Alzheimer's both you and your mom can find the joy of laughter over the little things in life. A sense of humor is invaluable, as is a sense of patience which your story also described. Letting mom, work the stuff out of her hair without barging in and taking over was just the right thing to do! Bless your mom and her son!

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Thanks for sharing Rob. I've learned over the years with some of the things my own mum has done that if you don't laugh at these things you'll only end up crying.


Caring for someone with any kind of mental health problem requires both a sense of humour and the ability to realise that nothing they do is really their own fault.

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