My musings of late have been more like buckshot - a little here, a little there - lots of action, with very little impact. I realized, as I power-walked through Home Debt-po on Saturday, that I was getting a lot more offers of help than usual. Then I realized it was probably because: a) I was not in my usual weekend garb - straight off the farm; and b) I had showered, fussed with my hair and put make-up on. I was squeezing my errands into a tiny slot of time between oil change and driving my parents north for an early Mothers Day dinner.
Negotiating with aging parents is like tip-toeing through a mine field. I am watching, with much alarm, as certain personality traits rise to the top like breaching marlins. Things like impatience, cranky-ness, ornery-ness, petty-ness have been popping up on a regular basis. All of a sudden, I am faced with decisions like: Do I circle back after dinner in the restaurant to make sure that my dad has left the correct tip?
Should I expect better behavior from my 'kids' on Mothers Day? If so, should I send Scrappy to his room because he ignored me when I wanted to let him out because he was more interested in his marrow bone? And then he peed on the floor right in front of the door? Should I have him shod so that he won't cut his paw on gawdknowswhat and leave bloody paw prints throughout the house (including the furniture) before I noticed? Should I wrap myself tightly in a giant Ace bandage and ship myself to Bali Hai? Maybe.