Good afternoon to one and all...
I was trying to stay asleep this morning, but my bladder kept me tossing and turning while I tried my best to ignore it. Finally Ozzie came out from under the bed and said, "buf!", so I got up, He was patient while I took care of getting ready to take him out. Then we went outside and he peed a lake-ful, and did his 'bin'ezz'. We went to the end of the driveway to get the Sunday papers, and back, where he took up his spot on the sofa. We had a whole hour of peace and quiet to ourselves; it was wonderful.
Then Nannie got up.
You know, yesterday I spent most of the afternoon in my room, so hubby was saddled with keeping Nannie company and keeping an eye on her more than usual. He was so mentally smothered and exhausted by her that he went to bed about 15 minutes after she did, which was early (8:15 PM). When he mentioned this morning that we needed some stuff from the grocery and pharmacy, I told him that HE needed to go, so he could get away from the house for a while.
She was bad yesterday ... as soon as she was alone in the den (hubby was in the bathroom) she got up and left through the back door, without her walker, and toddled down the driveway to check the mailbox. When he saw her out there he grabbed the walker and rolled it out there to her, which made her very angry, because he supposedly had no business telling her whether she could or couldn't go for a walk in her own yard. The no-walker issue did not penetrate her brain.
She also took another opportunity to go upstairs by herself, another danger she won't acknowledge, except that she KNOWS to only pull this stuff when she is by herself... I mentioned that we might need door-locks she couldn't reach, or alarms that would sound if she went out a door. Hubby is so tired of the roundabout arguments with her, he is at the point of just letting her do what she wants to do whenever she wants to do it, and let the chips fall where they may. Of course, we know that turning her loose with her whims isn't the best way of tending to her health and safety. But she has been this way all her life, she's going to get her own way regardless; she is relentless and MEAN when she is told otherwise.
If we manage to arrange an alternate living arrangement for her, it will have to be in a locked "wanderer's ward". Any normal nursing home would kick her out within the first few days of her taking up residence. A few years ago, SiL's mom was made to leave three separate facilities, because she was so difficult to handle. Nannie could match or better that record, I believe!
I am so sick of writing about Nannie and her foibles. Maybe one day soon I will have happy days and fun stuff to write about.