Yesterday we delivered my mom's groceries to her, and we all noticed she had more food in her fridge/freezer than seemed appropriate. With her constant fear of running out of money (which won't happen), my concern is she'll curtail her eating so as to conserve. My thinking is that she'll drink her Ensures for meals when she should be eating real food. Can't be certain, but it's a possibility. Must watch her.
Her Social Security deposits automatically on the third of the month, but with that being near the weekend, it might go in early. She's afraid that suddenly it won't deposit, and it even keeps her up at night. Every month, toward the end, she begins to fret and lose sleep. Can't reason with her, being that her brain just can't seem to keep up. It just doesn't sink in, no matter what I say.
And on it goes.
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What with juggling her bill-paying, cleaning and food-buying----added to that concern for our children, life is a full-time job. Heck. Used to, when the kids were small, I'd sit and cross-stitch. All. The. Time. Have a baby perched on my shoulder and stitch away. Our youngest son was raised that way, more than the others, and he's nineteen. Not sure when I began pulling away from handwork and just began cleaning, and that not awfully well. Cleaning is a skill I struggle to maintain on a daily basis. Most times I tend to sit in one spot with a glazed expression on my face. I will say this in my defense, though. I know my daughters. When we finish whatever we're doing at any particular time during the day, we gather in the living room and talk. A couple or more times a day. The girls and me. Sometimes youngest son, if he can pull himself away from his drawing. If I don't have handwork to show for my time, I do have solid relationships with my girls. And with me never having a sister, this is treasure indeed.
