getoutamykitchen
Master Chef
There is a lot of stress in my life right now. My husband's mother is not doing well, she has dementia, my mother who lives with us has short term memory loss and a mild form of senility (dementia). Every night I make it a point to cook dinner for a household of 5 people. Every night my mother asks if she can have what I've made. Every night I say "yes, Mom I always make enough for everyone." Well I ate and sat and watched a little T.V. while everyone else had a chance to finish, about 30 minutes or so. I walk in the kitchen to clean up and put away the leftovers and she walks in and asks me, "what am I gonna eat for dinner?". I lost it. Between the stress of caring for an elderly (82 yrs old) parent and worrying about how my husband is feeling with his mom in bad shape and financial worries, etc... I blew up at her, I started yelling so loud my throat still hurts. I got done yelling and went to my room and sat on my bed. All of a sudden I feel these arms wrap around me. It was my 12 year old son. He didn't say anything, I could hear him sniffling a little bit, but he didn't say a word, just held me. I truely have the most wonderful child ever. After I calmed down I explained to him that mommy has been really stressed and I shouldn't have yelled, and gramma can't help it. Then I started telling him about things that Gramma and I use to do together and how she wasn't always this way. He relpied with, "Gramma sounded like she was a lot of fun back then."