One of the consequences of being my mom's guardian and conservator is watching her eat. When she was still living at her home I started skipping meals as I was worried I would upchuck watching her eat. It isn't her fault. She's shaky and it's just part of getting old, but it's a bit annoying at times. Especially since she tends to pick the messiest meals.
I've gotten to the point that virtually all stomach, eating and drinking sounds drive me batty. My husband even looks like he might burp and I'm giving him the stink-eye. I realized my lack of forcing proper table manners in my kids so I'm making up for lost time. I especially hate those horrible Aleeve commercials where they include the sound of actors swallowing Tylenol. Really, is that necessary Aleeve? I think we can figure out they've swallowed the pills without the sound!
Today's meal was at a certain "Mexican" restaurant. She chose something that resembled an enchilada. I usually get her a quesadilla since it's much easier for her to eat, but she was insistent. Of course she couldn't even break it up so I tried to spork it to death. I was mildly successful. The scene, that followed, of melted cheese attached at various points made me excuse myself to the restroom for a short while. I ended up spork-feeding my mother so she could at least eat something. Clearly I won't be eating at that place for a long long time.
Now, since I do need to lose weight I really should hang around her more often, but I think I'll try running instead. Or maybe starvation.
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