I moved in with Mom on Saturday.  So far so good.  Cleaning out her poop bucket is the fucking worst and I want to gag whenever I pour it down the toilet.  Gross.  I hope she doesn't start shitting her pants because I'm going to have to hire someone then.  No way can I clean that shit up.  Nasty.  

Larry is watching her a couple days a week while I go into the office.  Brian will watch her on Fridays.  And I'll work from home the other days.  

Right now, my Mom isn't much of a hassle at all except for the constant asks for help which always come once I've sat down.  "Can you get this for me?"  "Do you know where this is?"   "I want to show you something."  Ugh...  But that's part of the job so I'm just taking it in stride.

The dogs are a pain in the fucking ass.  The MAIN reasons is because my Aunt taught the dogs that she gets up at 6:30am to feed them.  So first thing at 6:30 they are licking me to get up.  Jesus!  The first night was impossible to sleep because they kick around and make noise.  So last night I closed the door to the room (I figure my Mom can scream really loud if she needs me.) and I used a sound masker on my phone that made a fan noise.  That worked well.  At 4am I put them out while I went to the bathroom.  And then at 7am I put them out and fed them at 8.  That worked well.  If I can get them to just do 4 and 8, I'll be set.  I'm sure that'll happen.  Though with Daylight Savings around the corner, I'm bound to screw their minds up again soon.

Mom is hopeful that she'll live until she's 70.  She is 68 and won't turn 69 until July.  It's very doubtful that she would live that long.  Originally the doctors gave her three weeks.  It's been about two months, and outside of the lower spine issues giving her pain when she walks, and some poor immediate memory, she is fine.  I honestly thought she'd progress quicker than this myself, but from what I've read when the decay happens it is pretty rapid, the rest of the time you wait.

Her attitude is fine.  I keep her focused on each day.  She is cooking and talking with friends and today they are taking her out to lunch.  (A couple of nurses, so they will take her wheelchair, etc.)  I may try to get her to go to Costco, as she wants to go there.  

It is basically a waiting game at this point.  We're taking it one day at a time.  My next step is to contact the Funeral Home to make plans.  I intend to call them this week.  As well as a Handyman to fix this closet door she talks endlessly about.  It has a broken track.  Zzz...