Mom was definitely off tonight, which wasn't that surprising given that it had been more than 24 hours since I hadn't seen her in more than 24 hours. I also wasn't able to get there until late - around 8pm, and she was already in her bed, asleep.
I woke her up when I poked her head in her room, and had her come out and watch kitchen nightmares with me. From what I could tell, something must have happened where she got confused and either tried to make someone else's bed or sleep in someone else's room. There was a lot of rambling and strange comments that were hard to piece together, like....these old couples not wanting to sleep in a bed after a colored person had been in it (this making me think she was in the past), about having left her things in the other room while she was doing all that moving, about the sheets she got back in the laundry not fitting on her bed, asking again about when Kenny was going to come to help her move.
She seemed anxious when I went to leave also. "What if they ask me something and I can't remember the answer?" or "Will you be hack early? Early in the day is good."
Those moments when she is aware of her limitations must be very scary for her. It would be scary for me too.
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