New normal things

Since Mom can't quite make it to the bathroom any more when she's sleeping, she's been wearing disposable panties at night. My "old" Mom threw her used panties away every morning, but my "new" Mom is playing a game of hide and seek, with her hiding and me seeking.
If I don't see her dirty panties and throw them away, she hides them. But then when she wants to wear them again, she forgets where she has put them. So each day, when she's sleeping or eating or doing something where she can't see me, I try to find them. Most of the time I am successful, but sometimes I'm not. I've found dirty panties in her closet, tucked on top of some wash cloths in her linen closet, in the washer and various other places in and around her bedroom. But yesterday, my search surprised me. I was getting her some fresh panties before she got ready for bed and a dish towel seemed out of place to me. It was neatly folded and tucked away in the back of the linen closet. I reached to retrieve it and realized there was something inside it. Sure enough it was two pairs of dirty panties. I threw the panties in the trash and the towel in the washer.
When Mom does something like this that is totally out of the norm, I usually spend hours trying to understand why she does it. But I have learned with this disease that is a waste of my time. Mom simply does things I don't understand any more and I must accept it. This incident kinda takes the cake.
Is this a game she likes to play? Does she see how long she can hide her dirty panties waiting until I find them?
I don't think so.

I decided to change banks because our current bank is going to begin charging $10 a month for its "free" checking, so we joined a local credit union. Before we left to open new accounts for Mom and I, I had Mom practice signing her name several times. When we got to the bank, she did very well, with very little coaching. Only after sitting there for two hours did she forget how to spell her name and I had to coach her then letter by letter until she completed her name.

My sister came over for a visit yesterday afternoon and told Mom she is going in for major surgery on Monday. I thought Mom would be more upset than she appeared to be, but she wasn't. My sister will be in the hospital for about three days and then she'll go to a friend's house for a couple of days before going to her home. Her total recovery time will be from four to six weeks. I have known about her surgery for some time, but my sister didn't want to tell Mom until very close to her surgery so Mom wouldn't worry too much. I'll try to keep her mind off it.
This might be one reason Martha hasn't dealt well with Mom's illness. Martha has had her own health issues to deal with and couldn't deal with Mom's. Since she doesn't talk to me, I didn't know what she was going through, so I now understand a bit more how she reacted to Mom's illness.
And my prayers are always for my sister to heal both emotionally and physically.