And the chaos begins

It started at 7:30 this morning. Kid issues and then when I came downstairs dressed and ready to grab breakfast my Dad started. First I reminded him that he was going to eat with his friend H this morning at 9 and hang out with him for a few hours. I mentioned I could go to breakfast by myself "No, it's dark out you shouldn't go by yourself!" 

"Dad, I'm an adult woman with three kids, I don't mind eating my breakfast alone." 

"Ask your mother if she'd gonwith you. I just don't want you going alone."

"Ok. I'll call and text her " no response since she's probably sleeping. 

"She hasn't answered. It's getting light out now, is that better? No, just wait, I'll shave and come with you." 

My face: 🙄 🙂" Ok, Dad, but please be quick, I'm starving and I get hangry."

I'm downstairs putting on my make up and he's yelling/talking to me from the bathroom upstairs about keeping the house, and how it's too much stuff, the storage unit will be expensive, and on and on while I remind him that we already made a commitment, we don't have to do it all at one time, that I have a plan and movers scheduled already. I don't know how long he took but eventually we left and we r to Skillets. As we sat and ordered and on the drive, he brought up all the same things again. Then he said as I was turning into a parking lot "Closed!! It says closed!", what dad, says closed, I know this place is open - "oh, a show store, nevermind." At this point I'm like, is he trying to fight? Like I don't get it. I take a breath and park and continue to answer the same questions. We get seated and I pulled out my notebook that I carry with me and said - "I know you said it's easier for you if I write it all down. What would you like to start with?" "What we are doing this week and with the condo". Ok cool, I start listing things out in short bullet points. I even include how we plan to pay for things and estimated date of the tenant moving in. 

He looked through it and asked questions again and I pointed at the paper s my mouth was full with delicious chocolate scone. He looks and says, youre just going to have to tell me. *So at this point I'm wondering if he can comprehend what he is reading and writing. It's happening every so often that he asks me or really tells me to tell him what's written because he can't see it (he has reading glasses). 

After the first paper I asked him if he would like me to write out anything else and he said the antiques business. Again I start listing out in short bullet points where we sell, that we will ask them for additional space and ask how much that would cost. I listed how often we would come back to change out items for sale. That when we come back we will get a hotel and write that as a loss on the business. 

He is calm and says that I have it all under control. I joke and tell him that I'm the cruise coordinator for this trip and besides the boring going through things I do have fun things lined up for him. We leave nd head to the house. I tell him I'm going to the bathroom upstairs. I love him, but dammit man, let me poop in peace. He comes upstairs starts looking in the rooms and getting riled up again. I start to answer him and then, I'm like, nah. I yell "I'm pooping!" He says oh ok chuckles and leaves. I hear him start again and I yell that I'm pooping. Eventually he gets the idea and I get some quiet. 

Inevitably, the whole conversation starts again when I get downstairs. I'm thankful his friend is picking him up shortly. He arrives and they head out. Wonder what the rest of the day brings.