On Sunday we went to my MIL's place to help her pack for the big move. It was a true task to go thru her treasured belongings and help her decide what goes and what she can keep and fit into her new little apartment. She became exhausted very quickly and we had to push her to keep going while she had us there to help. I think her exhaustion triggered her anger issues and pretty soon we were packing while getting lectured for not wanting any of her discarded stuff. Like stacks of cassette tapes, beanie babies, and collectible tins from movies like Space Jam.
In the end we made a decent dent in what is left to be done. But she has a LONG way to go and I don't see how she will be packed by the 7th since she doesn't seem to have the energy to do it on her own. And I don't think anyone is coming over to help her pack till we return this coming weekend.
And the awkward moment of the day happened on her front porch as we were saying goodbye. Morgan hugged her and left to carry things to the car. I went for my hug only to see her bend over as far as she could over her walker and wrap her arms around my middle. Her goal was to hug the baby. Instead she face planted between my tits. I was mortified and very confused as she would not let me back up. She held me in place while whispering to the baby. Then stood back up and announced "The baby just told me she wants her name to be Bernadette." To which I laughed and told her no. She was mad. We left.