Pleasantly confused

Wow, has the family unit changed in my house over the past two weeks.  There is a lot of old history to the story, but I am not going to get into that here.   When I need to really scream, I have a couple of blogger buddies (you know who you are and I thank you) that I can email.  My mother-in-law has come to live with us.  She has early Alzheimer's in addition to some other medical issues.  Over the past few months to a year, we knew she was having some issues when we talked to her on the phone.  She had some "medication mishaps" and ended up in a state of acute delirium over the course of a week or so and had not been taking care of her hygiene or eating properly (perhaps not eating at all) and she ended up in a very bad state and was hospitalized.  After a two week stay and starting on three medications for Alzheimer's, she has stabilized quite nicely.  It was determined by her doctors that she could no longer live independently.  She was not happy about that, but really she has gotten to the point where she cannot make those decisions on her own.   She is what the doctors call "pleasantly confused", meaning she does not have any violent behavior and some of the things she says and does are quite amusing.  I work at home, so the bulk of the caregiving has fallen to me.  I have called upon my husband to step it up on weekends and do most of her care (other than helping with her shower).  As much as I love my husband, he would be content to sit back and let me do it all.  But, if I am going to keep any shred of sanity, I am going to need a break on weekends.   I think the hardest part for me is having someone in my home all the time.  We want her to feel at home and not feel like a guest, but for years now it has been me and my husband, then one child, then two children.  They are in college and one moved out and came back and then the other moved out with friends.  I admit it, I am having a difficult time feeling at home in my own home these days.  I am really trying to work on this, but I am finding it hard to relax.  We have one bedroom on the first floor, which was ours.  Since she cannot physically climb stairs, she now has our bedroom (and master bath and closet) and we have taken my daughter's previous room upstairs.  I am having a VERY hard time getting my work accomplished in a timely fashion.  I cannot shut my office door because she may need me.  I always cook supper but now have added breakfast and lunch.  Add extra laundry, extra dishes, extra cleaning, and lots of interruptions throughout the day and I am up until midnight or 1 a.m. getting my work finished.  For instance, on Thursday she pulled all my husband's clean and folded tee-shirts out of the dresser and told me they smelled bad and needed to be washed.  I really do not mean to come across as whining.  I married my husband for better or worse, yes I did.  I think I just needed to blow off some steam this evening and kind of put my feelings (good or bad) in writing and get it off my chest.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day.  I am going to clean my sewing room after church and then lock myself in and quilt all evening tomorrow.