Woke up this morning and pushed myself to get a shower and dress. I was feeling just as much pain on the outside as on the inside of my heart and mind. The thoughts of driving to mom's house was both happy and sad. Mom has Alheizmer's Disease. I never know what to expect not just from Mom but my step-father too.

I managed to fix me some toast and take my meds along with some Aleve for the pain I am in. This Aleve doesn't seem to do anything for the pain.

When I arrived at mom's the door was locked so I called my step-father so he could let me in, which he did. Here was mom dressed in a purple sweatshirt and a black, yellow, and red plaid wool skirt. We live in central Florida today was a beautiful, hot day. Naturally I told my step-father that I was going to pick out something else for my to wear to church today. She would just die if she realized how he had her dressed. She did pull at the sweatshirt and say it don't look good. I told her that I would have her looking good in a heartbeat. I found a pretty top and skirt just had to take a few minutes to iron it. it made me feel good to help mom get ready.

What is difficult is my step-father who will not shut-up. He talks about trucking and the marine corp and all the things mom does that he doesn't like. I do want to hear about mom and even him but not the other two. Have you ever heard of someone putting panty hose on their head to keep their hair slicked back? That's his new thing. He is 81 years old. He bought three pairs of pantyhose and wants to give me the two he is not using for his head. Pretty weird if you ask me.

Mom did fairly well getting dressed. When they were ready I went on ahead of them in my truck because I am not riding with my step-father. He is dangerous. I never know what he is going to do when he is driving. I hate for my mom to ride with him.

When I got to church I went on inside to get a seat for them. Next thing I know a friend comes running in saying that my step-father needs me in the parking lot. It scared me half-to-death. My mom would not get out of the car. It took some coaxing but I finally convinced her that everyone was waiting for her to come in to give her hugs and kisses which was true. They all come and say hi and hug and kiss her.

She had a hard time sitting for two hours. Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't have her go because she has to sit so long. Then again I think that that is God's house where his holy spirit is and that will help her along with the association and interaction that she will receive. Don't know what is best. Today she said right during the service that she hated it and wanted to go home.

She did make it through the whole program and I headed back to the house. My only son came over with his wife. They had bought me a card for mother's day. I told him the best part was that he came over to visit me. He and his wife are my presents.

My step-daughter sent me a live Gardenia in a cute pot that looked like a giant coffee cup. It is pink with white pokka dots.

I felt good about mother's day. Spent part of it with my mom and then my son in the afternoon. Of all things my husband brought me home a mother's day cake. Yummy!