I must preface this with the knowledge that mom stopped taking her meds almost a week ago and she is in withdrawls, so this should make more sense when reading this entry.
Mom decided yesterday that she was going to build a shed this weekend and so Jon volunteered to spend a few hours on the tractor clearing the space she wanted it to go. I got up this morning and, arriving at gramma's house, was surprised to find mom's truck still there, and gramma informed me that Mom was not feeling good and wasn't going to work today...ok, shouldn't have been too much of an issue. However, gramma decided that she urgently needed to go to the bank, so my plans for the morning were thrown out and I took her. I'm not upset about this because that is what I'm here for, to take care of her and help her do what she needs to do. Mom was a little upset when I went to pick up gramma because she apparently had tried to call my cell phone and it had hung up on her. I check my phone several times and it never showed any call coming through at all, which puzzled me. The issues started when, after getting home, mom met us at the door and was upset because I hadn't answered her "calls or text message" to which I responded that I had never received any, and upon checking again, there was nothing on my phone at all. After we got gramma settled for lunch and mom decided that she wanted to discuss the shed issue with me, so we spent some time outside. Her original plan would not work for several reasons, which I won't go into right now, and after quite a lengthy discussion and haggling over location and measurements, she decided on a close space that might work, though I still didn't really approve, it was her decision. She told me what stuff she wanted moved and torn down and it all seemed good. I relayed that information to Jon and he went to town with the tractor doing the demolition. I was inside doing homework and all the sudden, through the open window, I hear muffled sobs. I met her at the door and she is in full meltdown mode, sobbing and choking and sputtering out all sorts of non-sensical things. I hadn't been paying attention to what was going on outside so I had absolutely no clue what had set her off. She began spouting how he was ruining some piece of equipment, plowing over stuff she thought he should have moved before, and just not making much sense at all. She was horribly mad and when I tried to calm her down, all she did was get angrier and run out the door to home. I went out to talk to Jon and of course he got fuming mad because he had volunteered to help, had been working really hard at it and she was blowing up over the way he was doing things, just because she didn't approve. While I was talking to Jon, mom sent me a text message tell me to order him off the tractor or she would and that she would finish the job herself, which, of course only made Jon more furious but he gladly parked the tractor and came inside. Granted I have since figured out that there was some mis-communication between what mom told me and what I relayed to him, but he was not malicious in what he was doing, he had a limited amount of time to do things and he was trying to get it done for her and she absolutely won't accept that that is what it was. Jon has since calmed down some, but he was as furious as I've ever seen him.
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Jon went to town for something and she slipped over after he had left to "apologize" and then she turned around and started blaming him again for everything. I tried calming her down and explaining some stuff but she wouldn't listen. And when I also informed her that he was using the tractor for moving everything because he had pulled a muscle and couldn't really lift anything, she got even angrier, said he shouldn't have volunteered to do it and then left bawling her eyes out again. Now she's on the tractor trying to finish cleaning stuff up while crying. This is just a complete bloody mess...well, actually she is.
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