Tin, I often think that Mils fixation that she has a husband, and her 'drafting' her son in to fill the role is because she I think for a large part of her life defind herself as a 'housewife' first and foremost - the biggest part of her life, I guess, and a role in which she felt secure, so perhaps trying to re-create it? She did work part time at least, a lot of her married life too, and as a volunteer in charity shops for several years after she was widowed - so I get when she thinks she has to go work in the shop, or clean the office, or go to the factory - all jobs she has done. But where the idea that she has to go work on the 'wards', or the 'town hall' or even 'the solicitors' comes from leaves me stumped - especially as she always makes it clear she really doesn't like working in whichever of these places she is convinced she is employed by. Its the same when some mornings, she gets up convinmced she has to go to school, or panics because she hasn't learnt her words for her teacher - school, I get. But she more often is convinced she goes to 'College' and when this happens, her fretting is nearly always about she doesn't want to go because she isn't 'clever' enough. I know that she never hankered after any further education, because when I first started doing college courses, maybe 7 years ago, she and I talked about it and she was always adamant that she was more than happy just to be (as she put it) like all her friends and simply be a wife and Mum who worked for a bit extra. She had no desire for any particular career or job - so this conviction that she is going to college (usually, if asked, she says its to get her certificate) puzzles me.
I do think Mil might be less stressed about the 'babby' if she had a physical object to focus on, as your Mum does with the photographs - but so far, when I've tried a doll or teddy, she has either ignored them, or been scathing with me, asking how old do I think she is
And as for her appropriating your belongings - well, I struggle enough with her claiming my husband and (for the first time recently) claiming my youngest is her child - if she starts nicking my stufff as well, I think I'd go loopy x
Oh Lindy - you don't know how much I stress about working
I absolutely love what I do, and would so love to do more - I'm just hoping that if I can keep the wedding side ticking over at least, that I'll be able to get back to that, one day.
Poor you Redlou - what a nightmare! Surely no one at the facility is going to take your Dad's word and just remove him off the waiting list? It just beggars belief! I am so sorry to hear about you losing your house, hun - no wonder you could scream
You must be so worried
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We had a fairly calm night, last night - which was such a nice change, and much needed - and so far today, although she has been a bit obsessive and fixated on where OH is and when is he home, no sundowning (yet) , no nastiness - and no Babby/little girl/little one (again - yet) - which is surprising, because she had to go for an ECG today, and a hospital visit nearly always causes her upset, and brings the 'little girl' out to play!. Got fingers crossed that it will last, and we get another peaceful evening