Saturday morning and I'm busy working. Loving the working at home which means I don't have to get up early, get dressed and fight the commuters. I'm taking a call when the home phone rings. I have no choice but to ignore it, as I'm working, and I just knew it was Mum.
Phone stops and my mobile starts, luckily I've already got that on silent, or else my customer would of been treated to the loud sounds of Wolfmothers Woman. Press the button and shut it down.
Home phone starts again, I pick it up and hang up straight away, then it's the turn of the mobile. All I can think of is "Fuck me, what if I was sitting on the damn toilet."
I finally finish the work call and the damn home phone rings again, this time I answer it.
"Oh Cathy, I've been trying to call."
"Yeh, I know, I'm working."
"Okay, so when are you picking me up for shopping?"
"I'm not, I'm working."
"But isn't it Saturday."
"Yes Mum well done, it is Saturday but I'm working. We went shopping on Wednesday. So it's already done for this week."
"But I've got my shopping list."
"Is it all crinkly and was it in the recycling?"
"Yes, I had to dig for it."
"That's cause I threw it in there after we went shopping and got everything on the list."
"Oh, are you sure."
"Yep, gotta go Mum I'm working."
I hang up and she's still talking LOL. I finished my shift just after 4pm and at 5pm the home phone rings.
"Cathy, what time are you going to pick me up for shopping tomorrow?"
"I'm not Mum, we went shopping on Wednesday."
"Oh well your brother is worrying me, he threw out the shopping list, I just know he's doing it on purpose."
"Actually I threw it out after we'd been shopping."
"Oh well yes I know but he's worrying me and said we'd be shopping today."
"Mum, he probably didn't realise we'd already been shopping, he wasn't home, so he might not of known."
"Oh well okay then, but I need a lot of stuff."
I sighed very loudly, "Mum I'll come round tomorrow and see what you need."
"Ok then, bye."
She hangs up, before I can say bye LOL. Damn rude if you ask me LOL. So I had to go out and get some last minute presents this morning, then thought I'd call round and check on her.
"Oh hi, I wasn't expecting you today. Just want to say thanks for the other night, it was wonderful to see everyone, but so exhausting."
"Ummmm what are you talking about Mum."
"The other night you picked me up and everyone was there, was so nice."
"Must be one of those crazy dreams Mum, didn't happen."
I went off to the check the fridge, on the off chance they actually did run out of something, nope all full, just like I left it pretty much.
Sat back down with her and started filling her pill container with her drugs for the week.
"Oh thanks, I hadn't gotten around to that yet."
"I always do it for you Mum, you don't ever do it."
At that she let out a loud sigh, "I'm not infirm I know that I do it."
I looked at her and realised what I was doing, I was acting just like her and my aunt had with their mum. They always corrected her, and of course as she had dementia, this was basically all they did the whole visit. They told her constantly that she'd sold the house, that her husband was dead, etc. When I visited I always made up bullshit. I let her talk and agreed with whatever she said. When she said Eddie (grandad) was picking her up later, I asked what time. When she asked who I was married to now, I made up a fantastic story for her. And every single time, she forgot and would ask again. Didn't hurt her, and as she would laugh at my stories she had fun.
"Cathy, just wanted to say thanks for the lovely evening at your place. It was great to see everyone."
"Your welcome Mum, glad you enjoyed it. Now I'll be back tonight to bag up your hand for your shower."
"Oh thanks, are you sure you have the time? After having everyone at your place I'm sure you have a lot of cleaning to do."
"Yeh, it's fine Mum I know it's not something you can manage"
"I hope they got home okay?"
"Yeh, they sent me messages when they arrived home."
As I got in the car she was still thanking me, and you know what? even though it never happened, she was so happy. Who am I to tell her she's wrong?
Catch yas
Cathy
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