My grandfather moved in with me and my mother about a year ago. Now before I go any father, let me say this. I love him very much. I know that God will not put me through anything that I can't handle. Now, since thats out of the way I'm going to start my rant. Like I said, my mother lives with me. She had a heart attack about two years ago and she is not really 100% but she works a job at an assisted living home anyway. My grandfather was in that assisted living home for about a year. He hated it. He said that it just wasn't home. Now at the time, it was just his body that had failed him. He was in a wheelchair and only needed help getting a shower. Other than that, he could do pretty much anything. Well after a while, we started feeling guilty and deceided to move him in with us. He was so happy. Well for about the last six months he has just about drove me and mama CRAZY! He thinks that he can go outside and do anything he wants, he does nothing that we or the Drs tell him and then whines about his health. I got a brand new lawn mower when I got my house about 18 months ago. When he first moved in, he said that he just wanted to drive it around my yard just to get out of the house. Well he turned it over in a ditch. About three months latter, he got on it while I was at work and cut the grass. He ran over a canvas tarp and all the heat form the friction from the blades caught the tarp on fire and almost burned my mower up. In the process he tried to get to the spicket to put it out. Well he ran it over and broke the pipe off in the ground. Then about a month ago, he cut the grass again,and he ran over some scrap electrical wire and ruined the brand new blades. It has gotten to the point that I hate to even come home. My chickens are really all that have kept me sane (if you can call it that). I feel bad for getting mad at him because there were many times when I was little that if it weren't for him and my granny, I would have went without food and clothes. My Granny died in 2002 but I can tell you that if she were here, Papaw wouldn't be alive, she would have killed him by now. I guess I just needed to get this out. I do ask for your prayers so that I don't smother him with that pillow. PS: If anybody wants an old man to look after, let me know. ETA: My Mama, Uncle, and myself are planning to take to a local Dr and have him checked on Monday. Keep me in your prayers till then. I'm think that we will put him back in the assisted living home he was in.