I grew up in a house with about 900 square feet on the first floor. There was a living room, kitchen, 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. Our house is about 2300 square feet. Yes, it is bigger, but to my dad, it is "so damn big".
Tonight was one of those times that I have to remind myself to do the things that make it easy for my dad. He announced he was going to bed, so I went down the hall and into his room to turn on his lamp. He met me at his door, and I told him I was going to get his toothbrush ready. He went in his room and took off his shoes. I came out of the bathroom and watched him walking back and forth in the hall, into the laundry room, the office, his room, back into the hall. It reminded me of playing pinball. You know how that steel ball bounces off a lever, into a bell, through a flipper, and back off a lever? Looked like my dad tonight. We usually shut all the doors except his room (which has his initials on it), and the bathroom (which has a universal bathroom sign on it). But tonight, the other doors were open, and I guess it was just confusing to him. When he saw me, he said, "I can't figure out where the hell I'm supposed to go".
We have identified several things to help my dad find his way successfully. Now I just have to remember to do them ALL the time!
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How difficult it must be to watch. You are doing everything you can to make his life easier. Keep remembering this - you are a very loving daughter and I am certain your dad is so proud of you.
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