Not quite the plan

on finding my groove as a 30 something single girl and caregiver for mom with dementia


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The pleasure of paper products.

If Costco understood my household, they would love Mom.  The woman’s ability to use up paper products is astounding.  I remember once when I was living on my own and Mom came to visit for Thanksgiving, she went to do “a little shopping” for me.  She showed back up at my house with the largest pack of paper towels a person could ever need!  At least, that was my naive twenty something opinion.   At the time, I stashed the rolls away in a cabinet where they barely fit and didn’t need to buy more paper towels for a year.

Since Mom has moved in with me, I have come to better understand the jumbo paper towel package.  Our household of three goes through that in no time at all.  It would seem that to Mom, everything is made better by the addition of some kind of paper product.

As her dementia has worsened, this tendency seems all the stronger.  She covers things with paper towels and tissues and wraps up various household items.  It’s sometimes a fun game to see what Mom has wrapped up as a surprise.  I restock several rolls of toilet paper in the bathroom only to find not a one just a day later.  Every pocket must be checked when doing Mom’s laundry as there are tissues in every possible crevice.

My attempts to encourage the use of washable towels are rather pathetic in the face of this level of paper product enthusiasm.

So, every time I go shopping now, I find myself dragging home the largest packs of paper products I can find, only to repeat a month later.  I just wish I could say that this abundance of paper towels was keeping our house a bit more spotless!