– Fun and Games –

But they couldn’t be listed in the Ha – Ha column.

The Wife-Unit and I finally were able to convince the MIL to go to the bathroom and go to bed.

If the MIL were in any way, shape or form connected to reality she would probably have died of a heart attack after the Wife-Unit pulled down her slacks and unmentionables and I convinced her to bend her knees and lowered her onto the throne.

As I walked out of the bathroom MIL asked me if I was sure “they weren’t coming over tonight”.

No Ma, I said, no one is coming over tonight, it’s too late, it’s snowing and it’s too cold.

The persons that the MIL was convinced were coming over tonight are her Mother and Father and her Grandmother and Grandfather. In ten days from today 2/8/11 the MIL will be 93 yrs and six months old.

That give you some idea how old her parents and grandparents would be. Her Mother died in 1934 and her Father died in 1960. Her step mother also died in 1960.

There have been numerous nights when she has insisted that she has to sit up and wait for someone to “Come Over”. She has been unable to say who she was waiting up for but that “they are coming over.”

Every time she sits up all night or sleeps in a chair in the living room, the next day her level of confusion seems to have increased and her ability to walk with the aid of a wheeled walker decreases.

The MIL always seems to know who I am but she at times thinks of my Wife-Unit as “that other woman’. Usually meaning her MIL whom she never got along with.

She often times, in her confusion, refers to her oldest son as her late oldest brother or her late husband.

A couple of days ago her youngest son, my youngest BIL stopped in on his way home from work. He must have sat and talked with us for an hour. When he left, drove his truck out of the driveway, the MIL asked me, “Who was that?”

I told her that was her youngest son.

She responded, “I don’t have any children.”

Aaaah the joys of senile dementia!