Last night, we treated Robert to a cheeseburger and fries. I figured since I had already slipped him vegetarian sausages and a fake burger over the weekend, I’d get him the real deal before he realized what I’d been feeding him.

Or passed out from meat withdrawal.

On my way out the door to the local fast food restaurant, Robert called out, “Can I get a chocolate shake, too?”

Hmm.  Well, do you want a shake with your burger or a bowl of Rocky Road Ice Cream for dessert? You can’t have both (I’ve been down this road before and I’m on to him).

Robert gave me his best “I’m not going to say anything and will just stare at you hoping you’ll change your mind” stare.

While he mulled over his choices and I stood my ground, I thought about caregiving in general and how it is full of choices. All the time.

Caregivers make choices every day. Heck, sometimes choices even have to be made moment to moment. What briefs do I choose for Robert to keep him dry? Do we use the transport chair for an outing or let him use his walker? How can I satisfy his taste buds but keep him healthy? Do I follow him as he walks to the bathroom in case he has a seizure and I have to catch him or do I stop hovering and hope for the best?

Sometimes the choices are between living with dust bunnies or having a spotless house or deciding between cooking a great meal or running out for fast food. (It’s usually a toss up around here on both counts).

I had my own choices to make this weekend.  Since I was feeling overwhelmed this week, Denise asked me if I could shorten Robert’s weekend visit. What if he came over for just one night instead of two or three?

For some reason, this option hadn’t occurred to me but just knowing I could make that choice made me feel better. I don’t have to be “all in” every weekend. Why not leave my options open? I knew I had several writing projects to work on and a couple to finish, I was feeling extremely disorganized and I needed some relaxation time, too.

I need to make some choices but I do have options (of course, some people have a different caregiving situation and do not have many options to choose from).

I asked New Home for enough meds for a three-day visit but told them I may bring Robert back early. I chose to pick up Robert later on Saturday than normal (which was made more challenging when he made the unusual move to call me that morning to ask if I could pick him up earlier than I had planned). I told him “no” and kept to my plan to pick him up later in the afternoon. He reluctantly accepted my answer but was perfectly happy when I arrived to pick him up.

As far as keeping the visit short, we chose to keep him at our house over the long weekend but it was nice having an option to cut the visit short.

I explained to Robert on Monday (I had the day off of work) that I had to work on my projects and he would have to watch television or work on his word search puzzle. Robert didn’t mind those options at all (he loves both activities) and was pleased just to be at our house surrounded by family and our animals that he’s come to enjoy.

In fact, Robert became so hooked on a “Bonanza” marathon he asked if he could eat the burger and fries in front of the TV! So much for my thinking he needs to be entertained.

As far as Robert’s choice: Once he realized I wasn’t going to change my mind, he chose Rocky Road Ice Cream for dessert.

Good choice.  I went for Mint Chocolate Chip myself! 

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