You know, in addition to personal days, we should be given demented days off. Sometimes you need an extra day just to be alone, recharge and not think about it. I’ve been doing this for a while now, you know, being the adult child of a demented parent, so I think I just go through the motions and deal. After all………………………………….

No point in complaining anymore.

Fait accompli.

It is what it is.

But I am finding that perhaps the stress of it is coming out in other ways…….. Somedays, I find that I’m not as patient as I would like to be—outside of mom…….

And here is my incredibly sound logic: If you’re not demented, you really should have your shit together and avoid behaving like a totally incompetent human being.

Be you. Be fearless. Be bold. Be honest. Be true. Be you. Just be.

Or something.

FACT. I place non-demented on a higher pedestal when it comes to normal human behaviors, actions, interactions, etc….. and their fall from grace is brutal. Like dropping a vase from very tall building.

There’s no coming back from that.

Forget the glue. You’re in the garbage.

I think I need a time out.