Thanks for the suggestions guys. I'll see if my grocery stores carry that brand or something similar. A screw top would be great. I'd only have to buy a couple and keep them washed and filled with milk.
The big insulated tank sounded great, but my mother has a tiny kitchen, no counter space and a table that only seats one.
I can see why that would be very upsetting, especially since you are working so hard to help make her comfortable. If it helps, maybe you could remind yourself that she probably secretly blames herself, feels frustrated and embarrassed about her deteriorating abilities, and is taking it out on you. It's not fair, but she probably doesn't really mean it and in any case you shouldn't take it personally. The frustrating thing about caring for someone who is ill is that they often are very hard on the people who are making the most effort on their behalf.
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BIG sigh. I understand perfectly what she is doing and why, but it doesn't make it any easier. It would be easier to accept if she was senile and didn't know what she is doing, but she does. Basically, I'm tolerating behavior I wouldn't accept from anyone else. She had a complete meltdown the other day because I picked up the phone and told the daily nurse to come on over.
Two hours earlier while eating my mother had told me to tell the nurse not to come 'now because I'm busy'. Well, I thought 2 hours was plenty of time for my mom to finish eating.
Well, that's not what my mother meant. I'm also expected to read her mind and know what she means without her telling me.
Despite the fact she wasn't making the All Important Phone Calls, she started ranting that she was BUSY and needed to make Phone Calls and why did I tell the nurse to come?!?!?
Please bear in mind that when the nurse visits, her visits last 15 minutes, tops. But for my mother, it disturbs her entire day and she feels she can't do anything.
I've tried and tried to make her understand that she CAN multi-task, that she can walk and chew gum at the same time, but it falls on really deaf ears.
Anyway, she stomped around in her walker, cursing and ranting and throwing things. The nurse came and I explained the situation and she meekly gave my mother her shot and left. And as my mother was winding up for a full-bore, rant at me, I cut her off and said,
"Mom, I start work next week so you can pick up your own calls and this won't happen again."
Well that shut her up and I haven't heard another thing about it. But needless to say it was upsetting. The meltdowns occur on average twice a week.