Chocolate

Monday, November 28, 2011

Now, I'm confused.  Dad was back today asking for the Roger's peanut butter, or was it peanut brittle?  I told him we were in Australia, and couldn't get Roger's brand here. He stared at me as if to say... so what... make it work.  Hmmm... sometimes it feels like I am working for a difficult celebrity!

See, there's Adam's peanut butter, Roger's choclates (yet it was Purdy's chocolates) that was at the mall near him.  I have no idea what he's looking for.  I did an Internet reseach on the chocolates he could possibly be requesting.  Then I did search on Darryl Lea to see if they had an equivalent... and if they don't have a chocolate peanut brittle bar.  I started to wonder if the joke is on me and dad does know what he's talking about, after all!  It does not really matter anyway... cuz the Darryl Lea chocolate bar is the one he's getting!

Another funny incident from today: dad's brother and sister-in-law are coming to visit next week.  He said to me, "I've not seen C&J yet."  I told thim that is because he's a week out on his dates.  But I am a little proud of him for remembering that they are coming and taking it all in.

Something else I realized today... even if dad doesn't remember everything, and is confused, I still need to communicate everything to him.  I realized how important that is.  I have just had my head down, getting everything done.  Today he was panicking as he hadn't paid for where he is staying... well, he has paid, he just hasn't seen the bill as we have taken care of it for him.  I needed his signature on some new paperwork; so I took it to him and explained to him what we were doing.  A bit of practice with the old signature, and he was happy to sign the paperwork.  I then realized that I had been doing the very thing I had blamed mom for... keeping him in the dark about things because she thought it would only worry him.  When keeping him in the dark was the very thing that did worry him.  A few explanations, some communication, and he seemed quite happy to be (seemingly) in control of the situation.  Lesson learned, and will incorporate the changes moving forward.

Funny little anecdote from when I was leaving... I said, "Bye dad, see you tomorrow."

He said, "I hope not, I'll starve."

Momentarily confused, it took me a couple of seconds before I said, "You mean, you want your peanut butter chocolate bar?"

Small grin in response.

Brat!

Sidenote: I took him in a pack of 12 mini Cherry Ripes on Saturday night... I ate two... and there was one left when I left tonight.  I wonder where my sweet tooth (and lack of self-control around sweets) comes from!!