A "not much to say" kind of post

I felt frustrated when I woke up this morning. Don't know the specific reason why, just did. Some people, when they get frustrated, they will try to find the actual reason why. I have watched them disect every minute of their day to pinpoint the reason they are frustrated. If I did that, I'd be more frustrated than before. When I get frustrated, I say it out loud, then go on with my day. I get frustrated, so what? Nothing to be ashamed, nothing to worry about, we all get frustrated. Some more than others. Big deal.

Husband has been OK. It's always like this though. Keeps me on my toes for sure. I took Jack to school yesterday morning. Got home, did my chores, sat down to make calls and answer emails, husband asks me, "Where's Jack?" "I took him to school, remember?" "Oh, oh, yeah, you took him to school", he says. It was as if he had to repeat it to memorize it. Life's like that now, repeat and repeat. It never ends.

Husband spends his days in bed mostly. But, when the phone rings or he hears me on the phone, he will come in the living room, sit in his chair and listen to everything I say. That, my friends, is the most annoying thing ever!!! I have told him that is rude, do not do that. Tish called yesterday. I had been waiting for return calls and thought it was one of the return calls I had made. Husband comes shuffling out of the bedroom, I told him it was Tish, not the Dr. He turns around, goes back in the bedroom. But, he did not go back to bed. Instead, he stood at the bedroom door, where I could not see him, and listened in on my conversation. What he didn't know was, I could see his shadow hovering at the bedroom door. I told Tish and we just had to laugh.

He is now suspicious of everything I do. He has told me that when we go to the Dr, I stretch the truth to the Dr. When the Dr asks how he is, he says he is just fine, nothing wrong with him. Dr then looks at me, where I shake my head and mouth the words, "Uh, no he's not". Dr always chuckles. He says he "has a little Dementia, but, it's not that bad". Says that if only he could get his legs to work again, he'd be fine. I just agree. No use arguing with him. Whatever.

This disease can test even the best of the best. Ever see the movie, Poltergeist? When the little girl disappears in the house? The professionals come to help. The father is skeptical of these people, wakes up one morning after a night of terror and says, in a sarcastic tone, "What side of the rainbow are we working on today?" Yeah, it's like that in my house everyday.

He is slipping deeper everyday. It's the little things that I see he looses each day. Ever so slightly. Sneaky, this disease. Sneaky and evil.