Milking It

Hello Everyone:

A very blissful Monday.  With all the phone drama out of the way, life is back to normal as normal does.  Now it's just a matter of dealing with the minor phone stuff.  Right now, there's a Pilates class going on in the next room and the instructor has an old school disco playlist going on.  It's actually pretty cool and makes me want to get up and dance.  Anyway, one of the things that's been really getting on my nerves about mum's illness is the way she sometimes uses it to get out of doing even the most simple things like turning on the light.  She always uses the excuse that she can't get up or reach over for something.  One example, the Brit BF send flowers for my birthday, which included a box of chocolates.  I decided to be nice and share it with mum.  Saturday evening, I brought her bed time snack (because she somehow "forgot it" in the kitchen) and she had the nerve to say, "now you may bring me a chocolate."  I told her, in less than polite terms, that if she wanted a chocolate or anything else, she was going have to get it.  Mum swears she isn't trying to milk her illness and tries to do whatever and how ever much she can but I have yet to see it.  Maybe I'm in some sort of denial about her illness that I accuse her of being a drama queen.  Well she is a drama queen and I'm probably living in some state of denial.  Be that as it may, I can see she has difficulties and I keep telling her to cut back on things but she doesn't want to do that.  So what am I suppose to do?  Dance.  Monday Night Fever