Caregivers

I'm going to put this in writing mostly so I can go back to make sure I am not being too picky in the future. 
We have had quite the parade of caregivers since Melody left.  We liked Melody and wish she would return to us... She was with us for a couple of years and really got to know the routines of the house and understood how to take care of my mother as well as help me out.  At times she knew the routine of the house so well that she almost tried to run it.  While I thought that was a bit annoying, I have to say it wasn't as annoying as the steady parade that has been there since that time.
First there was Tammy.  I was assured that Tammy would get a car within a few weeks of working for us but for now she would be arriving by bus.  Well, apparently Tammy planned to buy her car with the proceeds from selling my Vicodin.  Only her plan didn't work out too well because I figured out pretty quickly that they were disappearing.  Then, there was the cigarette money and bus fare she was borrowing from me and my household...
Next came a couple of other people whose names I didn't bother to learn because they were just substitutes.  They pretty much did nothing.
Then came Traci.  She was there for three days before she brought her "sister" to work with her one day.  At the end of that shift, my home had been stripped of the small amounts of cash that we had on hand for emergencies.  I wonder what type of emergency she and sis used that cash for... maybe she bought my Vicodin from number one caregiver?!?  Then it wasn't enough that she tried to pull the wool over our eyes about the missing cash... she blamed it on Adam by saying that Brenda told her we have "problems with Adam taking things".   My "mom ire" reared its ugly head that day!! It was bound to happen. 
Next in the line of caregivers was/is Ty.  Ty is fine although not overly into the house work.  Tammy was incredible with the housework.  My house was cleaner than it has been for decades. I was told Ty would cover both morning and afternoon shifts.  However, it turns out that was not the case.  She can cover most of the shifts.  There are a few mornings a week that she can't be there-- three to be exact at this moment although that started out as one or two. 
Over the years, I have had problems with caregivers who were afraid of my dogs.  I can see where someone would be afraid of Iris.  She talks a lot.  Ty is not afraid of my dogs.  She is, however, afraid of our cat. I was told she came into the house the first day and asked if the cat was going to stay on the chair where he was currently laying.  Uh, NO, Sunny is still pretty much a kitten although a year old.  He lays on the chair during rest breaks from running through the  house chasing Iris... or chasing his own shadow... or chasing the phone cord or anything else that moves.  He has never quite caught on to the "attack kitty" persona though. 
Ty's counterpart(s) have been many.  Filling in (or should I say Understudying) in the mornings has been Kim (she pretty much did nothing), Ashley (who came to the house as a sub without my knowing there was going to be one), Terry (who was there over the weekend and wrote up a nice list of what she did but I didn't see that she had done any of it) and this morning Antoinette who we discovered was allergic to our cat-- that the agency says they were not aware we had.  Antoinette only stayed a half hour before she had swollen eyes and had to leave.
Tomorrow will bring another adventure. Ty SHOULD be there for both shifts.  We will see who is filling in on Friday. More to follow in the adventures in caregivers.

How can it be?

I will write more later about the parade of caregivers in and out of our house but today I have one burning question... How can they be so confused by day and dream with  the lucidity of a 15 year old??? (15 year olds do know everything you know?!?)
Here is why I ask the above question. 
My mother can hold a whole conversation in her sleep.  She can yell at my father, get dinner on the table and pack up to "go home" with no thought about how to do any of those things. 
On two occasions lately, she has had the most vivid dreams about everyday things.  Once she was letting my father know that he could not write that check because there was no money in the account to cover it. 
On the other occasion she had was on her feet (BiPAP on mind you) packing her (imaginary) suitcase and saying "well we have had a nice time but we better be getting home".  I am assuming that we were going home from my grandparents.  When I turned on the light, she was quite suprised that she was at home.  It actually took a few minutes to convince her that she didn't need to go home because she was already home and she needed to crawl back into her bed. 
On another occasion she was in the hallway, cooking dinner for the family.  I woke her that time and she was so hungry (at 3 am) that she wouldn't go back to sleep until I got her some cheese and crackers. 

It is a little like getting to play house every night in the middle of the night.  However, as I think about these indcidents, I realize that they are all things that would have happened in our lives when I was younger.  She was very rational about what she was dreaming.  How can it be that once awake from that dreamstate she is once again as confused as when she went to sleep? 
Dementia, you are certainly a strange one!!!