Wax on... Wax off....

Good morning all.

Well.... today I am nervous.   I am anticipating an appointment that I have at noon.   Not the "annual female appointment", oh no... MUCH worse than that.   Not a mammogram, still worse.  Not meeting with the bank to ask for more debt... definately more daunting than that.   Today I am having my face and eyebrows waxed.   Yep.  Waxed.  
I suppose it could be worse.  I supposed I could be heading for the esthetician for a brazillian, with an anal wax...which BY THE WAY... I am not.  In my 42 yrs of living I have only ever had one of those, and I was tricked into it by a friend... waaaay back in University..... Thanks Tami Campbell, I lost my childhood innocence that day.
Nope... just the face and eyebrows.   Being in my 40's has brought me so much freedom, wisdom, serenity and confidence, but it's also brough me hair in places that I would rather not discuss.  Now on the bright side (remember my mantra), I really don't grow alot of hair and if I do, its really fine and blonde.   In fact, my esthetician was against me waxing my lip, chin and sideburns stating that they were not an esthetic issue.   But I did it anyway.  I really like the feel and look of my skin (after the swelling and blotching dissapates) when I am waxed.  In my warped world, when I look in the mirror, I feel better.  Look younger.  So it's worth it.   And my girl is a gifted artist when it comes to waxing.   Finding her was akin to finding the holy grail of youth.
My sister waxes her arms, and I may try that next.... just to see what all the hype is about.  Maybe I'll do that before Florida.   But under NO circumstances will I EVER do my yoo-hoo.   A bit of lanscaping maybe, but that's about it.  Wax has no place down there.
So that's what's on my agenda for today.  I wish I had a diazepam to pop, prior to my appointment, as I would much rather give birth to my 10lb kids again.... than go through the pain of waxing.  Geesh.   The things we do for beauty
Of course, Mum will join me today.  This will be our outing, followed by a trip to the liquor store and then Browns.  I really love my little town of Stittsville, and the fact that most people know and love my Mum.   The girls @ Browns and the liquor store, and the pharmacy....are all aware that she has AD, and they treat her with the utmost respect.  They take her Roger's video card and swipe it through the debit machine, let her do her pin, all the while they are running my PC mastercard and we leave with Mum thinking that she has paid.   She always wants to pay for everything..... unless it's over $20.    There's another good point for you other caregivers out there, when you encounter problems at the store.  Let them THINK they are paying...... it all works out best in the end.
And Mum feels like she has contributed.  If I even try to refuse, there is a huge scene that follows.  It's just easier that way.

So last nite went very smoothly.   Dinner, then bedtime routine.  Mum was tired last nite, because I had her folding laundry most of the day.  I bet she folded 4 baskets of laundry, and because she was having a good day, she did it perfectly.  That, my friends, is a huge help to me and my never-ending laundry issue in this house.   See?  Dementia does not need to render you completely useless... especially when you have a daughter/caregiver that works you like a dawg during the day.   Keeps them honest with a sense of self-worth.
There is a drawback though.....  I have to keep constant watch, as for some reason, Mum likes to take my husbands undies and hang them through her closet, hidden of course, but at any given time, I can find upwardly of 15 pairs of men's underwear there.   A small price to pay for getting your laundry folded. 

So Mum went down with the most minimal of effort.  I was pleasantly surprised, but like I said, she was tired.  The hot tea and fresh baked cookies that I brought to her room help a little too.  AND she slept right through till 3am, which allowed me a few extra hours of zzzzzz.
I am hoping for the same if not better today.  She is in the process of getting dressed as I type this, and I am allowing her the privacy to try and do it herself this morning.  I  laid out her clothes, and made sure that everything she needed was in plain sight.   So we will have to see how that turns out.
My children, on the other hand, that's a whole different story, for a whole different blog.  They are not in my good books this week, as their laziness and lack of basic survival skills are that of a 2 yr old.  Not even, as at least a 2 yr old is TRYING to exercise their right and ability to be independent.  Not my kids... they just want it ALL DONE for them.    I love them dearly, but right now, I wish I could give them BOTH two weeks notice, with two weeks severance of their allowance, and tell them to get the HELL out.  Am I the only one that thinks this way?  hmmmmmm....probably.

So I begin my day with a positive post (for all you out there thinking that this blog is depressing).  I hope to even catch a visit with Mum... you just never know when she's going to "pop" in.   But I'll take Marjorie too.
Oh.  I forgot.  Today is shower day.  That means that I will most likely enter another post before the day's end, describing my experience bathing the 125lb cat.   :)

peace out.