I have a lot to talk about, but don’t expect insightful.
Yesterday we took Girlie Bird to Michigan to see Daddy Bird’s Grandma. Grandpa passed away last Labor Day, and Grandma is alone in the assisted living facility now. She has fairly advanced Alzheimer’s. We hadn’t seen her since Grandpa’s funeral, and since they will be moving her to a nursing home on Tuesday, we thought we had better make the adjustments to our schedule necessary to make the trip this weekend. Because of her Alzheimer’s, I don’t really expect her to fully adjust to her new living situation. I thought if we had any hope of her knowing just who we were, we should make the trip before the move. So, we did. We couldn’t imagine taking all three kids into the tiny assisted living apartment, so we just took the oldest, and left the other two at my mother-in-law’s, which is on the way.
It was a lovely and difficult visit. She looked wonderful, and is obviously getting really good care from the nurse they have taking care of her most days. She is alone at night, though, and often calls her sons in the wee hours of the morning asking about her husband. Each time they have to break the news to her that he’s gone and isn’t coming back. It’s heartbreaking for everyone. She asked a few times while we were there, but it wasn’t like being told the first time during the day. It was more like she just needed reminding and her reaction was more like, “Oh, yes, I thought I knew that.” Still difficult for everyone. Still, she knew my husband, and I think mostly knew me. She knew my daughter was ours, though she asked a dozen times how old she was. And over and over would say, “Now, you have two boys, too, right? How old are they?” I’ll take it. She remembered how we all fit into her life and that she loved us. I suppose she won’t always.
On to other topics? Sure.
So, with all the driving yesterday, I didn’t do great with eating, but it’s okay. First, you do need a day of not worrying from time to time. Second, I was good enough through the week that I’d saved most of my “weekly PointsPlus” points, so I just snagged those. And I didn’t go hog wild. I had spaghetti and meatballs at my mother-in-law’s. I resisted the Snickers minis my father-in-law passed out. I only ate 2/3 of my chicken sandwich from McDonald’s, but then I did eat a cheeseburger that was for Baby Bird. He fell asleep. All of the McD’s stuff was awful, even though it was from our favorite one in Upper Sandusky. Ugh. Seems like maybe they don’t have their first stringers in on Saturday night. But I did log it all, and as honestly as I could. That feels like a victory. This morning when I weighed myself (yes, I do it nearly every day and no, I don’t want a lecture about it), I was exactly the same as yesterday. That feels like a victory, too.
SPRING! That’s right, it’s finally here. The windows are open, it’s in the 60s. I can breathe! Glorious. It will probably rain later, but we’ll take what we can get!
I’ll be back later to tell you about today’s kitchen experiment. Ice cream without the cream. Yum.