For several months, I’ve been trying to get a second pair of PJs for my Mom. It’s been quite a challenge. The first roadblock was my Mom’s belief that she had more than one pair. I would ask her to show me and she couldn’t find them, so she would agree she needed a pair. By the time we got to the store, she adamantly insisted she had more than one pair. There is no winning that argument.
My second attempt to accomplish this mission was to get my Mom to write “Pajamas” on her shopping list before we left her apartment. This is no short matter — first you will have to sit through the search for the second pair, then the acknowledgement that a second pair would be useful. I did this several times and for a while she insisted that she only needed one pair. Her lone pair is fuzzy winter pajama’s and as Spring arrived, she finally decided she needed some lighter-weight pajamas. However, we spent several trips where she was unable to find a pair that she liked. If they were the style she liked, the color was wrong. I kept trying. In the hopes of saving time on the search and list making — I kept a copy. However, my Mom would not accept the list “That’s old – of course I have more than one pair of PJs” and we would just start over each time.
I was very pleased with myself when she finally purchased a pair two months ago. When they didn’t show up in the laundry, I learned from the personal assistant that my Mom told her they were not her PJs. I was never able to find them.I had suggested she put her name inside because I knew this might be a problem. However, she had refused and wryly asked “I’m not going to camp am I?”
The new medications are helping and choices don’t seem so difficult these days. My Mom recently purchased a pair of PJs three weeks ago. I was curious if she was wearing them — or even had them. Today when I collected the laundry, she asked if I want the pajama’s. She thinks they are “too heavy.”
In reality, it would be ideal for her to have at two of the same PJs. Sometimes she will go two weeks before she will allow me to launder her clothes. If she has an accident, she’s still trying to hand-wash, but given her inability to remember, I would feel better if we could just provide her with an endless pile of clean PJs to pull from each night.
I’m going to just order a pair and see if I can find ones that she will accept and use. I have a feeling that I’m going to have a whole new pajama wardrobe of my own before summer ends. Perplexed.