Day 135

Sunday October 6, 2013
(Note: I cannot read the subject line, so I don't know if I'm keeping count correctly; but I guess it's at least close)
Physical:
In some ways it was a pretty good day; but that might only be because DH really had no choice.  After the early morning issues, he seemed mostly "OK".  I got him up about 10:00.  And - he stayed up until about 9:00!  Part of that was because I wasn't here about the time he would have wanted to lay down.  He also had a sleeping pill (sadly, the last - no follow through on the refill) and actually slept all night.  (which means I did too, though not as long as he does.  I'll take what I can get!!).  
He also ate very well.  I fixed him a pot pie for lunch; then he ate a couple of hamburgers (McD, dollar ones) in mid afternoon.  Then kind of late (8:00?) he had a nice supper.  Perhaps eating late also helped him sleep?  Something to think about.
DSS was here with him, and said there were some confusion issues.  He handles them differently than I do.  I don't think he gets as frustrated - but then, hedoesn't have to deal with it (the confusion) day in and day out, or in the middle of the night.
Since DH slept well, there were no issues with feeling like he couldn't get enough air.  It seems like that is starting to happen more frequently.  Trouble is, I have no way of knowing if that's an actual lung issue or a dementia issue (not that he "imagines" he's short of breath, but that more of the blood vessles that tell his brain he's getting air are shutting down).
People: 
DSS and crew were supposed to come over about 12:30.  It was nearly 2:00 before they got here.  TGF blames it all on the boys being slow.  I have blatantly told her that SHE is the one in charge, and if they  don't do what she says, SHE needs to do something about it - more than just keep yelling at them. I'm sure I was an overly permissive mother to DS - but I certainly knew how to swat a butt when it was needed!
Anyway, TGF didn't help me with nearly as much as I'd hoped (and TOLD her I needed).  First because they were so late.  But also because she had made up her mind we were going to go all the way over to Smithfield to see her sister's new house. With this and that going on (first go get her mom, then dawdle, then finally go follow the sister), it took a huge chunk of time.  Then we went to Wal-Mart.  And while I prefer somewhere else for groceries, there were just a few things I did need.  We left there and went by a local restaurant to pick up take-out.  Once again, I'm paying for lunch, dinner, and a few of her groceries.  All done on my car, my gas.
Emotions:
I'm extremely frustrated on top of everything else.  I know TGF *thinks* she gave me an outing.  But being forced to spend part of the only errand time I get visitng her sister is NOT my idea of fun.  It just meant everything else was rushed.  It meant It meant we didn't finish the one project she'd been promising for weeks to help with (sorting pantry - always to her benefit!).  It meant there was no time at all for her to help me look through mail to see if there's anything important I need to take care of; and also no time to look at a few emails I've saved because I'm not sure what they are.
I spent an hour this morning just straightening up after those boys were here.  I don't really care that much that the pillows and stuff were "wrong".  But it annoys the crap out of me to keep finding half-full abandoned water bottles.  And everything was just "messy".  The table needed to be washed down.  Trash was never put in the can.
OK, all of that doesn't have anything to do with DH.  I'm just tired and frutrated.  They come over with the idea that they are "helping" us.   But while DH enjoys having DSS here - the fact is, all DSS does is sit around and feel sorry for himself.  Yes, I know, that's all I do.  Except that I DO things all day, while he doesn't really.  He wants so badly to run his own business, but doesn't have a clue how to do it properly.  And he's way too hard-headed and stubborn to work for someone else.
OK, I have to get on with today, not sit here complaining about kids.  
DH is waking up, and wheezing badly.  The day begins.