Do you like a good mystery?
If so I wish you could do a little sleuthing around my house. It seems we have a mystery in the making.
The Case of the Missing Jeans
If you've followed me for any length of time you're probably aware that my Mom lives with us. Dementia has made it necessary for her to have some assistance from day to day so living with us is how we make it all work. . .
A few months ago Mom began to tell me that some of her jeans were missing. I didn't think much about it until I caught her (on multiple occasions) taking MY jeans off the drying rack on laundry day and jetting off to her room with them. Wet jeans do have a way of all looking the same. I understand. At this point I wrote Mom's name inside her jeans so there'd be no confusion. . .Still, she was suspicious that I was the culprit behind her jeans that had gone missing.
To ease her mind a bit I began to do her laundry on a totally different day than I did the family laundry. Didn't help a bit - she still thinks I have her jeans.
Today she actually went through my closet (while I was in the kitchen). She took two pairs of my jeans into her room, laid them out on her bed. and called me in "for questioning". As it turns out these were jeans I no longer wear (yes, I do need to clean out my closet). I began to plead my case. Told her if they fit to keep them. At this point she's not decided if she's gonna keep them or not.
I don't know if some of Mom's jeans are actually missing "for real". They could be misplaced in a drawer or in the back of her closet OR she could have left some in Tulsa the last time she visited with my sister. I respect Mom's privacy and only go into her room to vacuum or clean as she watches. So the mystery remains.
I'm off now to write MY name in MY jeans.