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This would be funny, but it's not.
Oh my goodness, yes.
I finally asked him if he could sort out our huge jar of coins, to find quarters, dimes and nickels. Well, he has been at it for an hour or more. No rhyme or reason for what he is sorting but he is very busy. I gave him little bags to put the coins in. Now he wants a pay check for the work he is doing.
My mother had several lovely embroidered nightgowns. One day, she found a pair of scissors. There she was in bed with her newly tailored nightgown on; it had been cut off right at the top of her upper chest . . . . and her bosoms had taken a vacation to south of the equator . . . . . bizarre cartoon in appearance . . . . shock . . . . stunned . . . . shock . . . . hysterical blindness a risk . . . . I discovered ALL of the nightgowns had been cut the same way.
Later, I just suddenly burst into laughter . . . if one doesn't once in awhile, all the nuts, bolts and springs just come flying out of our craniums and the only thing left is the cuckoo.
A woman I knew related the following trauma with her mother:
There was to be a large party for residents at her mother's ALF for dementia residents. Friends and family were also included in the event. Sort of like a glorified tea.
Well, the daughter was late getting to the facility and since the party was already in progress, she went directly to the large activity room where the place was filled with people, but her mother was not there. As she was asking an aide where her mother was; Mother suddenly made an appearance in the doorway to the room.
She had tried to look her best. She had on a sheer bright pink nightgown with nothing on underneath except pull ups, special attention had been paid to her hair - she had used her toothpaste as hair gel and it was sticking up and out everywhere. She had used her red lipstick generously and did not color inside the lines and also figured it would make great rouge and carrying her pocket book on her arm. She was also wearing her ear to ear, "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" smile . . . stunned silence suddenly began to fill the room as heads turned . . . .
Suddenly, all the aides made a mad run at the doorway in order to whisk her away, nearly tripping over the panicked daughter who was doing her own mad run . . . .
As the daughter said later, after she got thru with an hour of; "OMG, OMG, OMGs," she suddenly began to giggle and then broke out into laughter . . . . it could only have been worse if there had been a photographer.
Sometimes . . . . .
Oh, now I am laughing non-stop . . . . I can relate!
I'm new to the boards. Hi to all.
"They shrunk! What shrunk? My underwear. I don't think so, they're not new. Let me see. Let your pants down. They're on backwards. You need to take your shoes off, then your pants, then your underwear and turn them around. That's it. We'll no, not quite. Now they're inside out. Need to turn them. OK. Now put them on. Good. All set now? Oops! Take your shoes off. You need to put your pants on first". etc.
And how did your day start?
OMG! I wish I could laugh out loud, but my H is setting in the same room. How we all can relate to so many of these "funny/sad" stories.
We just got back from the credit union....my H wants to go there often just to get $100 cash for his billfold (I take it out little by little so he doesn't carry so much) and he enjoys talking to the ladies there. When he came back to the car he told me that he only got $45 this time, he didn't know why but that must have been all the cash they had. I asked him if he asked for $100 and he said no, he just saw that $45 was all there was. I was a little confused but didn't say anything. When we got home I looked in his billfold at the receipt and saw that he had deposited $45 into the account (which happened to be the amount of cash he had on him). At lease he didn't give it away to a complete stranger!
I need to call them and see what he told them. I have talked to them and they know about the dementia and that he will never be there by himself, I will be in the car if there is an issue. I just want to keep letting him do this as long as I can, gives him some independance with money that I can pretty much monitor.
thought this counts in this thread:
Since my husband started the antibiotic for his UTI, he is doing better but keeps repeating things so I have to answer him again and again and again.
Today I got him a DQ blizzard as a treat and the woman made me repeat the order at the window and HE says "My Gosh how many times do you need to repeat that to her!" I just looked at him and started laughing and said "As many times as it takes I guess."
The crafter in me is wondering did you make anything out of the lovely embroidered cut outs? Lol. I laughed again rereading that post.
Dear Quits I was having a really bad day yesterday and happened on this thread. I laughed at each post until I reached yours and since my mom is asking questions non stop your story hit HOME. I laughed one of those belly busters and read the post to my husband, I came back today to reread it and thank you so much for sharing.
Love and hugs, Cindy
I understand bad days. In my family, women have a sarcastic sense of humor and it is lost on my husband. My husband still works in a supervised job and calls me. He ALWAYS asks "Where are you?" even if it's the house he calls. My daughter made his ringtone on my cell phone Jennifer Hudson's Where you at? and then she sent me a pic on Facebook that says
That is so funny! We've had that conversation in our house a few times, too. Also wanting to put his shirt or sweatshirt on his feet and legs. I guess the armholes confuse them.
It's not funny at the time - it's so frustrating. Imagine how they feel.
HI quits; no, I did not make anything out of the remnants from Mom's nightgown alterations. I was having a hard enough time just trying to vanquish the vision that smote my eyes of my mother wearing her new and improved "shortie" and her "covergirl" look. Oh me, oh my.
I just love the "I am Lost" I'm sitting here just cracking up every time I read it...thanks forn the laugh-it absolutlely made my day...
Last night we were watching TV when my husband said "I'm tired - I'm going to bed". I said "let me help you with your bath." He answered, "I can do my bath by myself." Then he asked "where's the bathroom." We've lived in this house over 45 years.