Weekend wrap-up

 

( The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly )

-Got to see Bytchearse at the bookends of the weekend.

-Saw KVirtue and my godbebe for dinner on Saturday.

-Excellent pizza Sunday night, Bytchearse was right to brag about it.

-Had a nice chat with Dad over breakfast on Sunday

-The Stepmonster is still not smoking

-They're signed up for Meals On Wheels so food is actually coming to the house

-Made it home and unloaded the car early early enough this morning to have time to grab a shower and put on unrumpled clothes before heading to the office.

 

The Bad:

-They're both having mobility issues now, to the point where they're virtually housebound.

-I had to lift the Stepmonster up the last step into the house because she wasn't strong enough to make it on her own, drive them everywhere, and make sure neither of them took a nose dive. Nervewracking.

-Despite food delivery she's not eating at all (reguarly gags on a tylenol or a bite of food), and he's not eating much.

-They're both drinking.

-Dad especially is starting to have memory lapses regarding recent conversations, and have discussions about past events where I'm not clear he's fully aware how much time is past... this of course gets worse the later in the day it is and the more he drinks.

 

The Ugly:

-Listening to the Stepmonster rant about KVirtue's single mother status (I finally, politely, told her to shut up about it)

-Listening to them both fling various nasty racial epithets towards Obama, and how'd there's be an all black cabinet if he were elected.  Say what you will about his politics or experience, that is uncalled for.  I was furious, and tried to change the topic, but when that failed I just left the room.

-Getting stuck taking them on one last errand at 3:30 on Sunday when I was all set to leave. 
-Watching Dad drink 3 G&Ts between noon and 3pm.  I'm left wondering if he's drinking the same as usual, or maybe a bit more because he knew I was there to catch him if he fell. I was definately feeling like I was taking care of the drunks.  Not fun.

Theoretically, they're coming to NYC next month, and I'm already anticipating an argument when our schedules inevitably won't mesh (I'm sorry, I happen to have a life, and commitments that get set at least a month in advance).  I'm thinking this might be the last time I go up there for a good long while.  I'm tired of watching them slowly kill themselves.  It's their choice, but I don't have to watch it.