This is really just a whine, or a vent, or a whatever you want to call it.
I took on "mom duty" this weekend to give my sister a break. I had planned on doing all the usual stuff (taking her grocery shopping, etc), but I also wanted to take care of some banking issues while I was there. It wasn't a huge deal, I didn't think. My mom had set up bank accounts for my kids years ago, and just like we did when older son turned 18, we needed to change over younger son's account from a for minor.
I'm trying to be compassionate and patient, but I swear it's like dealing with a 3 year old.
The bank closed at 2pm on Saturday. We get there at 1:50. Because, despite me calling her over an hour in advance, asking her to be ready, she wasn't.
I guess I should be glad she was at least dressed.
The entire time we're at the bank, she's insinuating that my son now has more money than she does, and that he should let her keep the money. Then she'd say "just joking."
Okay, I get that she's a bit obsessed about money and she's worried about whether she's going to have enough. I get that. It is a legitimate concern for an elderly woman.
But this passive/aggressive, victim mentality bullshit is driving me up the wall.
Oh, and it gets better. Since she didn't want to put on shoes (she announced she'd be going to the bank in her slippers) we didn't go grocery shopping. I told her we'd take her back to her apartment and my son, and I would go back out shopping if we needed to.
We get back to her apartment, and she immediately curls up on her bed, like she's exhausted. All she wants is for us to go check her mail for her, because she's too tired to walk down to the mailbox.
So son and I do that, and when we get back with her mail, there she is, sitting up, reading the newspaper.
I really am struggling to find compassion for her. All I'm seeing is her passive/aggressive, manipulative, I'm a victim behavior, and it pisses me off.
I don't want to deal with her. I don't particularly like her. I've been dealing with her alcoholic crap for over 30 years, and I'm just...done.
Except, my sister has been bearing most of this burden, and I feel incredibly guilty that I'm not helping my sister more.
And that's why I'm just venting. There's not really any way to change anything. The next changes will come when we have to put my mom into a nursing home. We're not there yet. My sister is hoping to stretch out this "independent living" stage of mom's life as long as possible. It is easier on my sister, for now. And honestly, with the alcoholism, it's going to be really damned ugly when we have to put her in a nursing home.
Sometimes, I feel like a horrible daughter. Say what you wanna say and let the words fall out...honestly
I wanna see you be brave
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect