Have had the a crazy week. I have not been home since Monday. Mom through her home aids out of the house. Long crazy story involving the sheriff. She finally agreed to move into an ALF. Closer to where I live (instead of the hour away). She can move in on Sept 26th yeah, so why am I having anxiety attach? I am worried how to move her there, she has a horde of stuff that she has a hard time letting go of. I am worried she if she is going to come out of her apartment, is she going to be co-operative (they will be managing her meds), then of course how long can she afford to live there, if she does't get thrown out or walks out first. Sigh, scream and cry.
I didn't get this fried when I moved Dad early this year from his single family house to his IL apartment. He got to see the apartment before signing on the dotted lines. The move went smooth even with Dad wanting to take all of his books, including a 1930's encyclopedia.
One thing to note, the Staff at Assisted Living have been down this road hundreds of time, they know how to calm down a new resident who is scared or not wanting to take orders.