I warned her not to do it.  I said "Do not cut your hair, don't even try it!  I will do it whenever you like."  Of course she never asks me, because that would mean she needs me.  She wants to make me fix it when she messes it up.  So then it's my choice anymore.  I will feel obligated to fix her mistakes.  Funny thing is, I didn't last time and I won't this time, either.  I warned her.  She did not listen.  So she has to live with the consequences.  I did have a haircut in mind for her, as she looks like a crazy person with long hair.  I was going to give her a cute wedge style cut.  But now I am not going to do anything until she needs it cut again. 

The reason she cuts it herself is that I ONLY cut my own hair.  I never go and get it done because nobody does it the way I like.  I also cut my hubby's and kids' hair, too.  She feels as thought she is the hairdresser in the family, even though she hasn't done hair in more than 20 years.  But she thinks she can still do it.  On top of that, she thinks that if I can cut my own hair she can cut her own hair, too.  Most people, hairdressers or not, cannot cut their own hair.  I can because a) I've practiced for a billion years to get good at it and b) I don't care if I fuck it up, I'll just fix it.  She can't fix her hair, so I am always stuck fixing it.  She used to go get it done, but she sees me doing mine myself and she thinks she's better than me (even though she really knows she's not--she's got a really bad tremor and dementia).  It's pride.  Which is the downfall of the narcissist.  Anyone who refuses to accept the reality of aging?  Is a narcissist, plain and simple.  "I can still do this thing I've always done!!" even though they can't, not even a little bit (like my mother and driving--which I do not allow her to do).  

Also, I will be on crutches for at least two weeks, if not longer.  The tears in my left heel are getting so bad that I can barely walk anymore without screaming out in pain, so I have to give it time to heal.  I also have a boot to wear if I need to.  Fun.  But it's better than being in pain.  Though I do not want to explain to my mother why I am on crutches as it's none of her business.  We'll see how I can get around that.  

Recently, mother has taken to screaming at me the moment I wake up to go pee in the morning, sometimes as early as 6 or 7.  She knows damn well I am not awake yet, but she insists on screaming out my name over and over again to ask me questions or ask for favors, or to ask me to buy her stuff.  It's like, why can't she wait until I am fully awake?  But I really think that is a dementia thing more than anything else.  Today, she woke up me at 6:30 am and I've been awake ever since, feeling like total crap.  Ugh.  I need to be upfront with her and tell her to shush until I am actually up for the day.  

Well, that's about it.  Pretty boring this week so far.  At least the wind has died down up here.  I think it lasted for an entire week!  I looked outside and it felt like I was playing Stardew Valley!  Which was pretty cool, but made it so I could not put up Halloween decorations until now.  Oh well, at least they'll be up in time for Halloween :)  

Okay, off to bed.  I hope I'll be able to sleep.