No, that's mine!!!

Today's topic hit me first thing this morning.  My one year old was playing with some pictures of mine and my grandmother had an absolute fit.  She was on the phone, which means she has to sound more like she is in charge to impress whoever she is talking to, and she begins getting on to my boy for playing with my picture.  I pipe up from the other room trying to referee before this argument gets out of control and I simply state, "it's okay if he plays with that" to which she responds with "that is MY picture and I don't want him ruining it."  It came to me in a flash that every since we've moved in everything suddenly belongs to my grandmother.  I tried to correct her, but didn't get anywhere...she persuaded the picture away from the one year old after she thought I was out of ear shot.  If things don't have my name on them she takes them as her own.  I have mentioned things of mine that I couldn't find and shortly after I notice her coming out of her room with my stuff.  Weird and a little irritating.  These are the times I have to remind myself of what she was like before this dreaded disease took over her mind.  I hate letting my grandmother irritate me.  I hate these feelings I have sometimes. 

I was thinking today about something I posted yesterday.  I mentioned that she can't find anything in the house.  She thinks all her stuff has been moved out of the house when she wasn't looking.  I remembered that when the boys and I first moved in, all the things you would use on a daily basis in the kitchen, for example, was out on the bar.  Skillets, bowls, plates, etc. lined the bar so much that there was no room to prepare or cook any food.  I thought it was weird then and now I understand that when things are in the cabinets she forgets about them or can't find them.  I've noticed I will call her when meals are ready and she always says she will wait on me to make my plate first.  This is because I will get out the plates and silverware, so she does't have to look for them.  So, I just get everything out and sometimes make her plate.  This is something I do, without mentioning it, so she can think she is still in control. 

So, I am getting ready to turn into bed and don't know what to expect tomorrow.  Things that were okay today may not be tomorrow.  Today I used too much water.  We have gotten six inches of rain today alone, over two feet over the past couple months, but she cautions me to be careful for when we will be told we can not use water anymore...because of droubt.  Perhaps she is right, but I don't know.  Tomorrow the water will be fine but we need to get organized again.  Who knows what tomorrow holds.  If all else fails, she is definitely keeping me on my toes.