Bringing mother to the beach was a BAD BAD VERY BAD idea. I feel sorry for her, but sorrier for Hank, Ned, and me. I know I should put on my big girl britches but good grief, there is a limit to how much people can take. She keeps saying that we're taking her back to hometown tomorrow. She's asked at least 25 times about her house and her car. She doesn't have the slightest idea what month or day it is and keeps forgetting where her bedroom is (and it isn't that big of a condo.) When we're in the car she reads out loud what is written on every sign on the road. She won't leave Ned alone...and she won't stop talking. ALL THE TIME...she babbles about this or that. And she won't sit down for more than five minutes at the time. Up and down...up and down...up and down.
This was a very bad idea....I was afraid it would be and let Hank talk me into doing this but knows it isn't working out. After lunch, we stopped by a garden shop and left mother and Ned in the car while we ran inside. As soon as we got out of earshot, Hank glanced back at me and said, "I know...I'm in trouble..."
I don't know WHEN I've been so frustrated...I''m actually afraid that I might involuntarily start SCREAMING.
I'm ashamed but this is what it is and it AIN'T good!!!!