- Never make any major decisions or have important discussions about relationships when it's late at night, you're tired, hormonal, or sick.
The long and the short of it was that Dad moved in with me the week before the wedding. Andrew moved in afterwards. It was a challenging start to a marriage, which ultimately made having children seem relatively easy. Medicaid paid for someone to stay with Dad from 9-5, but since both of us worked, that left an hour or more gap at the beginning and end of each day. Because Dad couldn't always tell the difference between what was on TV and what was real life, he'd often think a robber was at the door. I had to stand on the other side, convincing him of who I was when I got home. Half the time he was standing inside ready to bash my head with something (usually innocuous, but not always). If you ever have to live with someone with Alzheimer's or another dementia, I strongly recommend a book called The 36 Hour Day. It's incredibly helpful.
There were ups and downs with Dad, but when he was sick his mental functioning declined noticeably. I suspect the same happens to all of us to a lesser degree, but we don't notice it because our baseline is so much higher. We think we're thinking clearly, but when we're well again and looking back, that time seems like a fog.
At any rate, I am better but not well yet. Work is waiting to be done. School (it's Pajama Monday, thankfully!) is waiting to be led. So whether I'm fully cognizant or not, life has to go on. I just won't make any big decisions or have any meaningful discussions, right?