Yes, it's that time of the month, the one where I lay on the couch with a hot pad and whine a lot. Adding to the whining is the fact that lost my job on Thursday, so now I'm trying to find a new job, one that offers benefits, but isn't in a nursing home. (Just because I've got a lot of experience trying to get little old ladies with severe dementia to take their pills doesn't mean I want to do that all day!)
Shirley has learned a new word: no. To be more precise, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I hear this a lot at meal times, as I'm trying to help her hold the spoon. She desperately wants to feed herself, and has taken to screaming "no!" at the top of her lungs at any perceived attempts to hinder her independence. Usually this means she's holding a spoon in one hand and stabbing it into the plate while using the other hand to shovel food into her mouth. Watching her eat is not for the faint of stomach!
On the plus side, however, it is nice to be able to spend time with Brian and the Mimi while they're awake and it's daylight outside.