OK, we had a lady who would come in once a week for about 5 hours to be with my MIL so we could run errands that took too long. (What ever that means!) But mostly it let us get a break.
The lady quit, and MIL was HAPPY! Now we got a replacement and MIL is throwing a fit. As near as I can see it she sees things in a binary way. Good or bad. Productive or a burden. Loved or hated. She thinks that she is safe alone, but she is not. She is very hard of hearing, and her vision is not so good. Yet she thinks that she could still be living alone in her 2 story home; and that her panic button would be her lifeline to safety.
She is not safe! She has fallen about 3 or 4 times in the 5 years living here. She was not able to get up on her own from any of them, and if she did not have her button, she would have laid there until somebody came to check up on her. And one of the times she fell down we had just left and were gone for 7 hours. And to make matters worse, she threw a fit when her kids told her that she had to get a button. (In her mind she no longer needed the button because she was living with us.)
I guess it will require many short simple nudges to get her to accept that there is a middle ground between being a self sufficient 80 year old, and an invalid. That there is a middle ground called frustration that is mostly a part of love, and not at all related to hate. And that there are more than two choices of good and bad.
But I admit that I'm getting burnt out. I want to do short trips with Mrs. Pepper. Things that MIL can't really do.