The blogger part of my brain is empty. Is my life SO boring that I cannot think of a clever nor entertaining post? Apparently!
Hank's mother has behaved so badly at Green Grove that he is moving her back to her house. That ain't helping my mojo, let me tell you. She has severe small vessel disease, which is worse that having mini-strokes but she doesn't understand that. Hank has bent over backward to try to please her and make her happy. Me...not so much. You already know a lot about how I deal with my mother. She knows the rules and will actually tell people, "I've given up on being in charge...Belle is in charge. It's just easier to do things her way." VICTORY! When she starts with the "poor pitiful me" stuff, I reply, "Stop complaining, you're fine...think about how blessed you are to be at Green Grove with Ned just across the street. Aren't you the luckiest person to be able to see him all the time." And she does (stop complaining) because she has been reminded that she is blessed and fortunate and living in a wonderful place.
Several years ago, Hank said, "You handle your mother your way and I'll deal with mine in my way." Since I agreed, I suppose I need to stop giving him advice...it's just so hard. I KNOW that I'm right!!!
Hank's much nicer that I am and my opinion is that he gets taken advantage of. Yes...his mother is crazy...LIKE A FOX. She needs less "oh you poor thing" and more tough love. On the occasion that he takes a more firm hand with her, she straightens up for awhile. Thinking that she has changed, Hank starts to slack off and the whole big vicious circle starts all over again.
If I hadn't used tough love on Mother, no telling what would have happened. One thing is for certain...She wouldn't be taking her medication like she should and Ned wouldn't be living large and finally enjoying the wonderful life that he deserves at "his house." I'm just a little worried that Mother might see this turn of events with Hank's mother as a way to harp on wanting to go back to her house. I AM READY. She can go...I'll find somebody to stay with her and it will certainly cost less each month; however, NED is NOT moving back to Hometown. He is one happy camper! She'll never leave him in a million years. It's called tough love folks....TOUGH love!
I know what you're thinking...for heaven's sake, Belle...stop complaining. You're so blessed. And you would be right. Thanks for listening. Here's to the blogging mojo reappearing sometime soon.