Do You Hear That Cracking Sound...

I think I'm about at my wits end with all this work.  It just seems like the more I get done the more I have left to do.  I wish I had known how much work this all would be when I filed the petition.  I probably would have done it anyway since that's what you do for family.  Still it would have nice to be a bit prepared for all of this.

To back track for you all who don't know me in real life (or Facebook life) my mother was able to be placed on the Gero Psyche ward on Friday afternoon.  It was such a huge relief that she wasn't going to spend the weekend in the ER waiting for placement on Monday.  I spent Friday evening sleeping off the horrible allergy headache I developed and then went to mom's house to paint for 8 hours, alone.  I instructed my husband, who had a rare day off, to take the kids to as many fun things as possible.  They went go-karting, bowling and had pizza for dinner.  I'm glad they were able to get so many fun things done in one day, but a huge part of me really wanted to do it all with them.  It seems really unfair that my family is the one who has to make the sacrifices to get my mom's work done.  But it has to be done.  The sooner the house is on the market the sooner my kids get their mom back.  

I spent today visiting briefly with my mom, taking paperwork to her social worker and taking 3 trips back and forth between the court and the bank in an attempt to get the quitclaim deed signed, notarized and submitted.  I was not successful in my attempts. Tomorrow I have to be at the hospital at 8am for mom's Temporary Detainment Order Hearing (TDO).  The doctor expects her to stay till Friday.  However the social worker said that was because my mother wasn't hearing any voices.  I spent about 15 minutes talking with my mom (okay talking TO my mom) and she mentioned her friend "Will" admitted to her he was trying to hurt her and he wasn't "of God" and practiced witchcraft.  If you remember from previous posts he is her new imaginary friend who advises her on living choices.  She's clearly hearing voices.  And for a good portion of our visit she blankly stared.  I had to shake her arm a few times before she resumed talking.  

There's some things that you just wish you could unsee.  

So tomorrow I will wait for the hearing.  I'll be skipping my doctor's appointment that I desperately need for my worsening asthma so I can be there for her.  I think I've crossed the line between trying to help and sending myself to an early grave.