I live my life, at the moment, caught between a 17 year old who won't/can't drive and an 85 year old mother who has become, in some ways, like another child -- just when I thought I was almost done.
The child-who-refuses-to-drive, though, will drive eventually -- especially that I'm now refusing to take her places unless I need to go or she has to go -- so there is a light, however dim, at the end of the tunnel. But, with an 85 year old, well, it's pretty much all downhill from here. She actually does pretty well for her age -- she lives alone, still drives (to a few places) and really doesn't have any health problems that aren't under control. But there are times when I can see her memory slipping -- she forgets, can't find where she puts things, doesn't remember whole conversations, gets flustered easily.
Still, I've done all of these things myself so it's not all about age.
I had a senior moment today, actually. My youngest and I went over to my mother's to help her with a few things around the house and then we took her to Target. Which was great because I dearly love Tarzhay and I hadn't been in awhile. Well, it would have been great except that I left my freakin' pocketbook at my mother's house!
Which meant: No cash. No credit cards. No checkbook.
I found out one thing really fast -- it's absolutely NO FUN to shop if you don't have a prayer in hell of buying anything. Even if I didn't want to purchase anything, just the knowledge that I could obviously makes a huge difference in my shopping pleasure.
So, now I'm going to have to go back because shoppus interruptus is just not good for the soul.
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