Life with Dad

Caring for someone with dementia, you have to laugh to keep from crying.

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This blog is a reflection on being a member of the "sandwich generation". We are those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children. After an extensive remodel of our house, we moved my parents in with us. Dad has Alzheimer’s, which adds complications to the situation.

Monday, January 31, 2005

You Can't Win for Losing

Since we started locking Dad's bedroom door after dinner, he has been fussing, but at least he hasn't been going into his room, stripping, and spreading poop everywhere. However, Saturday night while we were out walking the dog, Dad sat in the family room and stripped down to his undershirt, diaper, and socks--all by 6:45.

So, last night we had a church business meeting that started at 7:30. Rather than make Dad sit whining until 9:00, my husband got Dad ready for bed at 7:00--about the time he had been fussing and undressing. When Dad was all ready for bed, he whined plantively, "Do I have to go to bed now?"

We let him sit up in his pajamas in the family room watching TV and went to the business meeting. When we got home at 8:45, he STILL didn't want to go to bed. It was nearly 9:30 before he wanted to go to bed.

I guess he wants to get READY for bed at 6:45 but not go to bed.

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