And Caregiver of the Year Goes To....

... NOT KIKI.

Here is my track record for the week:

• Out to lunch with Grandpa and Mom and we were walking out of the restaurant.  I was so infatuated with the Christmas tree {{shiny things}} and led Grandpa right into the door.

• I've been told I have been blessed with the gift of patience.  A test of these patience I have came:  Grandpa fell asleep with the volume on the television on the highest level, he bumped the remote and left me with twenty minutes of static.  I'm surprised the middle school across the street didn't call and complain about the noise.  Grandpa has remote control ADD and most of the time it doesn't bother me.  I think PMS played a role in my need to isolate myself into the other room for a few minutes of deep breathing.      

• Housekeeper of the Year... also... NOT KIKI
• The kitchen continues to produce dirty dishes.  Every time I go in there, there's more dishes stacked up.  
• Remember when I moved in here way back in July?  Well, I'm still not completely "moved in".  The garage has some of my crap in there.  
• Speaking of moving in, I never really unpacked, either.  The rest of my stuff that I don't use on a daily basis is stacked up on the floor in the basement.  Don't worry - there's a walking path to the Christmas stuff that eventually I will get around to bringing upstairs.
• Do you remember the last time I've vacuumed?  I sure don't.  
• One Word: GUNNER.  Everyday I find stuff that he has hidden.

• I mentioned changing the vacuum cleaner bag.  Not anything I had intended on actually doing this week.  Or next.  A while after I had mentioned it, I heard Grandpa making all kinds of noise down the hallway.  He came out with a vacuum cleaner bag he found in the closet.  {{Hint, Hint?}}  Yes, a blind man was able to find a vacuum cleaner bag in the closet I had looked in four times for a vacuum cleaner bag.  Who is the blind one?

•  The cooking kick is on hiatus.  It's been frozen dinners and stuff aunt Sandy makes for us, or whatever Mom brings up.

• In the time it has taken me to write this, five more dirty plates, thirteen dirty glasses, a dirty pan, and four cookie sheets have piled up in the sink.  WHO IS DOING THIS?

• Grandpa may not be able to see, but he knew I didn't take the garbage out yesterday.  Good thing his reminder came before the garbage truck!