I knew we would find the purse. We always find it.
This time however my mom proclaimed, "Gee, I really hid that good."
In our Master Bedroom, the room that we had given to my mom, we have a very large closet with an EZ-Closet set up. My mom loves the closet because she has little cubby holes to put her things. The problem with the closet and my mom's form of dementia is now we have way more places for her to misplace items.
Once I found her purse today, tucked in a stack of towels, hidden very well, my mom was so excited that she kissed her purse. Next, she had to check to make sure "they" didn't steal anything, like her 80 dollar mp3 player.
My mom is now happy. I know it because she said, "Hey, that's one way to get my closet cleaned!" as she gave me a laugh.
My mom is still a little off today, but I see an improvement, especially since her purse was found.