MIL: "You know those white slippers I have with the leather soles? Bring them next time."
I assume a look of desperation that I share with George. We just threw these slippers out. They were in disgusting shape and we wanted to get rid of them before they walked out on their own. My response:
Me: "Oh, I am so sorry. I had to throw them out. The cat peed on them and they were no good. Your cat."
Then there was... "I will be coming home for Christmas. I have been working hard to eat well and gain weight. I will be fine to come home. I can stay at the house and we will have Christmas dinner together."
Of course we were planning to come and pick her up for Christmas dinner but we are also planning to bring her back to her new home that evening. After all, we have had to totally redo her bedroom, replacing the carpet with tile and we boxed up her things as best we could. I am sure she thinks it still has the hospital bed and the potty in the corner.
When we go visit we are treated to a litany of negative comments, most of which are untrue.
Her roommate has a man come in and sleep with her in her bed.
One of the residents sleeps with a different man each night.
We don't visit enough. Some families come every hour.
The nurses should do everything for free. It would be right.
All of the patients speak Latvian (her native language.)
Last time I was there, I told her that if we were going to come and visit, that she needed to find some positive things to say. This is what she came up with:
Someone did her hair and nails for her (for free!) Lol.
She is eating well. She gets to the bathroom herself without needing help.
Everything is clean there.
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She doesn't know how good she has it. I want to live in a retirement home too!
I can relate. My dad, while in the hospital bed, wanted me to stop the party outside and tell "those people" to quit going into his house without knocking on the front door. I had to leave the room for a few moments and return.
"Well?"
"They are gone dad. I told them to leave."
"Did you lock the door?"
"Yes. It's locked."
You are a dear heart. I have my own MIL, and she is still independent. Soon, though...and I hope I can be like you.
God go with you kiddo. If I had to be around my MIL on a regular basis, I'd smother her in her sleep then have a husband named Shelia in prison.
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