The Day

As I am still in my pillowcase phase, Evan mentioned  a friend's 10th  birthday party coming up.  He said that his classmate really really liked the Carolina Panthers and would I make him a pillowcase.  We decided on a fleece pillowcase as all my grandchildren love theirs...Voila...present made in 15 minutes...
If all of life's problems could be solved like this!

I just cannot believe myself...so out of control today.

Bday party invite for the 5 year old, karate for the boys, my sister overwhelmed and needing a day off, me crying over nothing,  cat throw up dried onto karate pants noticed just as we get there...a roach on the floor, my man's feeding tube leaking all over the bed and Emily and I together cannot change the bed,  so we have to wait 4 hours for the new CNA who is 30 min late.
 Me deciding to get a grip by cleaning my keyboard.  I flicked off the keys to get at the everlasting cat hair...and.....a key flew into fabric space...never to be found again...
And, now Tuesday is a teachers' workday...jeeze louize...

Training a new CNA...OMG

Then I overhear the regular CNA teaching the new one:

The Mister....very private, very calm in the bed..knows what he needs, likes to watch sports.

The Wife...high strung and emotional..bring her a glass of red wine as soon as you get here and then she will start sewing.  Once she starts sewing, she will be ok.

WHATEVER!!!!!!!

What to do?? What to do?? She frets.......

I am home from a 6 hour bedside stint at the Hospice bed.  Himself is sedated with Ativan so there was no communication.  So, I slept too.  He is too weak to sit up by himself, never mind to get into his motorized chair.
 All medical votes say that he will be bed bound forever and ever and ever.

So, I am home eating a yummy dinner left by Andy on my porch and thinking.

I am thinking. Now I have a stomach from thinking!!

I started to read an online article about death in ALS by blood clots when I caught myself.
 I cannot go there. Before I go back this evening, I am going to get out a quilting UFO to focus myself.

My man is ripe for infection with his weakened state.

I am not sure it is good for me to sit and watch him sleep every day...but what to do??

Maybe I will wash my ironing board cover??

 No...I will use these saved treasures to make bags??

 I took out this UFO project box...too much trouble(:

 I guess I will just go back and visit my Rip Van Winkle.....