Food fight (No Comments)

But not the kind of food fight you might be imagining.

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I made a ton of lasagne on the weekend and until it is eaten, I’m not keen to make anything else.  My children don’t want to eat any more lasagne and have been searching the house for things to eat that they can prepare on their own.

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Which brings us to a box of ‘Annie’s’ brand organic macaroni and cheese and a can of Italian wedding soup.

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I rarely have pre prepared food in the house but for some reason, I did.   In an effort avoid any more lasagne, Jeremy made himself a bowl of mac and cheese.

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Later, Gregory opened the can of soup and began to heat it up.  Jeremy then demanded some of the soup and a major fight ensued because Gregory didn’t want to share it. After all, it was a small can.

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After listening to the argument for a few minutes, I reached into the depths of the cupboard and pulled out a second can of Italian wedding soup.

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Jeremy then declared he needed to hide it because he didn’t want it right away and wanted to make sure no one else ate it when he wasn’t looking.

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Seriously.  A can of soup. Being hidden.

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I guess tomorrow I better make something for dinner.  It could get ugly over here if I insist that the rest of the lasagne gets eaten.

 

 

 

What the?! (No Comments)

So just when I thought I had experienced all the gross, freaky and nasty things I could possibly experience as a mother, this happened…

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We spent the weekend in northern Ontario at our lake house.  We swam, boated, kayaked.  We had so much fun.

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I got the kids out of the lake around 3pm yesterday afternoon and we dressed and packed the van.  By 5pm we were on the road, heading home.

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Half an hour into the drive, 12 year old Sabrina shrieked,”Mom, I have a leech between my toes!  STOP THE CAR!”

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I replied calmly, “Honey, I’m sure it isn’t a leech.  We never have leeches in our water.”

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Sabrina went into full fledged panic attack, complete with the sweats, tears and heavy breathing. Her friend, Emma, who was sitting next to her, math book in her lap, was frozen in her place.

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I nudged my sleeping 22 year old cousin, Emily, who had joined us at the cottage for the weekend.  “Deal with this please!” I said.

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Emily twisted in her seat and said ” It’s not a leech, Sabrina.”  But then she turned and I saw that her face said otherwise.

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I continued driving for another 10 minutes because I didn’t want to stop on a busy two lane highway and risk our safety for a ‘maybe’ leech.

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Finally I saw a parking lot and pulled over, jumped out.

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Sabrina opened her door and stuck her foot out at me.  And there.  Poking up between her two middle toes.  There it was.

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So. A leech.  Out of water for over 2 hours.  In the middle of no where.  Forest everywhere.  And absolutely no salt in the car.

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I asked Emily to Google ‘how to remove a leech without salt’.

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And then I tried to put pressure where it was attached to force it off.

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But it was just as determined as I was.  And it wouldn’t let go.

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Until I pressed my jagged nail into it as hard as I could…this caused Sabrina to cry even more.  But it also caused the leech to pop off.

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I flung it away from us.

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She wasn’t bleeding.  But her tears were plentiful. I grabbed her face and kissed her wet, salty cheeks.

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As I got back into the car, no one spoke.  We drove in silence and all I could think about was, why didn’t I take a picture of that? Or get Em to video?  But I knew that if I had taken time to get my phone out, I would have been labelled the ‘worst mother ever’.  So I didn’t and now we don’t have proof of the grossness that we experienced.

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After about 20 minutes, when Sabrina had begun to recover and could speak again, she said “I wish you had taken a picture of it!”

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Me too.

 

My altenheimers is acting up (No Comments)

I started a wordpress blog a while ago with this exact title.

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However I haven’t had a great deal of time to write much.  So now, rather than trying to manage two blogs and my family and my teaching and my writing, I am consolidating my thoughts on Alzheimers, into this location.

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Growing up, whenever my mom would forget something, normal forgetting, she would say ‘my altenheimers is acting up’ as a joke.

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Now that joke is a reality and my mom is suffering from dementia.  When I say suffering, I mean it.  Sure, she is in early to mid stages still but she is suffering. Emotionally and mentally.  She is worried and anxious, pretty much all the time.

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I am looking into getting her a geriatric specialist now who will follow her as the disease progress.  But I need someone good, who is caring too.  Not someone who is going to separate us at appointments and keep us apart for hours until my mom threatens to call the police on them just so she can go home.  This happened, I am NOT kidding.

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Anyway, my mom is doing okay.  And the good news is that I am handling it better too.  Sometimes it is about me, ok?

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I was crying every day last year when we got the diagnosis.  I took a day and cried until I couldn’t cry any more and I haven’t cried since…ok, not much at least.  I feel like I am better able to cope with it now.

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While my mom is doing ok, the person she was, was gone a year ago.  I’ve mourned that loss.  I’ve even accepted it, I think.  And now we are moving forward.

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My mom is losing her ability to speak properly, meaning she is often having difficulty selecting the words she wants to say and sometimes when I speak with her, she doesn’t know what I am saying.  Like when I asked her to chop something and she didn’t know what the word ‘chop’ meant…she used to know.  This has happened with other words too.

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I am trying to focus on the fact that my mom is still here.  She is still alive.  And she can laugh and smile.  Does she get confused?  Sure.  Don’t we all?!  I grew up being afraid of losing my mother so I am really glad now that I  still have her.

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Sometimes you just have to look at the glass as being half full.

 

Times change (No Comments)

Hello!
This blog used to be only about my family but as time has passed and my kids have gotten older and less cute (heehee) I have realized that it is time to change things up.

I have decided to included other parts of my life in this blog that make up a big part of my life. Two things that I will be writing about are my mom’s struggles with Alzheimers as well as my own journey with my writing career.

I will still include posts about my kids when there is something to share. But for now I think that this makes the most sense.

Happy new year!

St. Anthony- patron saint of lost Ipods (No Comments)

My son spent days looking for his Ipod. He couldn’t find it anywhere and was quite upset and going into video game withdrawal.
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Finally, I offered up assistance in the form of advice. I told him to pray to St. Anthony. Gregory asked me how fast he works. I replied that it depends on how busy he is!
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Later, Gregory sat on the couch and was asking for more advice. I recommended sticking his hands down into the couch cushions and then began doing it myself.
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Within a minute, I pulled the Ipod out from under a cushion.
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Gregory was quite grateful but I wasn’t particularly thrilled. i like when my kids misplace their video games. They talk to me more!