Sissy?

Bette Davis said, "Old age is no place for sissies". As I grow older each year and my body starts to ache, I get moles and bumps in places only my Mother had them (and I thought they were totally gross), I need glasses to read the fine print and my body seems to have taken on its own
agenda. I think they call me part of the sandwhich generation. Not only am I dealing with my own aging, I have that of my Mother and the girls to deal with. They are all their own unique stages of life.

For me, I go to the doctor once a year to get checked out by both the gyno and my primary care physician. Other than that, I usually don't have to go in (knock on wood). Yesterday as TBW was telling me about her mammogram and her appointment to have a couple moles removed, she reminded me that I need to do the same. With the arrival of these new moles, I am reminded that I am slowly turning into my Mother. As the circle of life continues, my Mother is turning into my Grandma. So it goes...

My Mom has cocktail hour each night around five. Her cocktail of choice for the past few years has been a gin martini. Well, two or three - depending on the mood. So calling her after five is not advisable. So, last night as we were watching a show, my phone rings. It is Mom. She rented a movie that I had recommended and couldn't get her DVD player to work. I had bought her the dvd player a few years ago, but she hadn't used it yet. Now, my sister lives a mile away from her and I live 800 miles away, so I wondered why the call. She had the dvd in, but it just said the movie title and "play" was underlined. I was impressed because I thought the hard part would be getting the dvd on, switched over from the tv - she had that part done. So through 20 minutes of slurred conversation and button pushing - we were getting nowhere. I told her she needed new batteries in her remote and I would have to look at it when I came next week to visit. TBW and I were getting ready for bed and the phone rings again. "I don't have batteries in my remote" was the first thing out of her mouth. I told her that would pose a problem. She then assured me there WAS a "play" button on the front of the DVD player, but hers was labeled "78". (Who knows what it really says...) She was very happy she figured all of this out, but now she was too tired to watch the movie...

On the other end of the spectrum, I had parent teacher conferences with D2's teachers last night. She is doing well and we are so proud of her. She would freak though if she knew that her comm arts (that is the new term for english these days) teachers have noticed her new found love with a certain boy. They actually knew his name. They said she is so cute and they look so cute together. They just so happen to sit together in a corner and the teachers have noticed the the mutual attraction growing from both of them. They said she has a constant smile on her face and she seems to be so happy. She did confide in me a few weeks go about her feelings for this boy - but she was so sure no one knew about it. Sometimes you just can't hide it. Hopefully they'll keep tabs on it and can switch the seats if a break up happens...

As I turned out the light, I got a text from my sister saying that my Mom had gotten mad at her because her instructions were not clear. As we go from day to day, I just think, "Life is not for sissies!"