So, my husband saved so that we could renovate our kitchen in our condominium that the basic structure was 40 years old. What woman wouldn't want a brand-new kitchen? This one!
First I need to say that I've had two surgeries in the last six months, 4 in the last 2 years. So I'm very weak and a lot of confusion from Anastasia, three hospital stays, and medication.
I used to love to decorate. I was good at it and I have an eye for it, I wait and look around for things that will come together and it would look nice. I like comfortable not having furniture that you can't sit on for people coming to visit! But having dementia and having to make decisions on cabinets, type of cabinets layout, stain cabinet inserts, granite, backsplash, cabinet pulls, glass fronts, appliances ..... I could go on and on and on but I think you get the idea ...
So I am recuperating I'm going out picking out all these things and resting. Today our two wonderful daughters came over to help us pack up the kitchen, that's when all the trouble started. I sat at the table and went through every single pot, pan, baking dish, utensils and silverwear. what to keep, what to give away, I want to throw away. Then I went through the pantry and They took all the food out. Same process. Check the dates what to keep and what to throw out and want to give away.
I was emotionally exhausted, anxious, and in pain. Picked a fight with one of my daughters. Which continued texting for a while after she left. I was crying And went into speak to my husband. He said Donna, I didn't redo this kitchen to make you sad, I am redoing this kitchen to make you happy. I truly appreciate that, I really do. But now all my stuff is moved so I am not in my safety place anymore. I don't know where anything is. And they haven't even begun the renovation.
They don't, nor should they understand why I have been crying all night. Why I am agitated, they don't walk in our shoes.... Sometimes I wish i didn't have family that I could hurt ... It's easier to just walk away
Pray for me ...
First I need to say that I've had two surgeries in the last six months, 4 in the last 2 years. So I'm very weak and a lot of confusion from Anastasia, three hospital stays, and medication.
I used to love to decorate. I was good at it and I have an eye for it, I wait and look around for things that will come together and it would look nice. I like comfortable not having furniture that you can't sit on for people coming to visit! But having dementia and having to make decisions on cabinets, type of cabinets layout, stain cabinet inserts, granite, backsplash, cabinet pulls, glass fronts, appliances ..... I could go on and on and on but I think you get the idea ...
So I am recuperating I'm going out picking out all these things and resting. Today our two wonderful daughters came over to help us pack up the kitchen, that's when all the trouble started. I sat at the table and went through every single pot, pan, baking dish, utensils and silverwear. what to keep, what to give away, I want to throw away. Then I went through the pantry and They took all the food out. Same process. Check the dates what to keep and what to throw out and want to give away.
I was emotionally exhausted, anxious, and in pain. Picked a fight with one of my daughters. Which continued texting for a while after she left. I was crying And went into speak to my husband. He said Donna, I didn't redo this kitchen to make you sad, I am redoing this kitchen to make you happy. I truly appreciate that, I really do. But now all my stuff is moved so I am not in my safety place anymore. I don't know where anything is. And they haven't even begun the renovation.
They don't, nor should they understand why I have been crying all night. Why I am agitated, they don't walk in our shoes.... Sometimes I wish i didn't have family that I could hurt ... It's easier to just walk away
Pray for me ...
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