I got back here at about 4.30 yesterday afternoon and waved goodbye to my brother. Ma was fine to start with but became morose very quickly, it's obviously me then! A recent trend has been the suicide threats and they started up practically as soon as Peter's car disappeared up the road. We had firm words about that and then she ate some fruit and ice cream before going to bed at 6. I couldn't get her to stay up any longer because she felt very tired.
She did get up a couple of times during the evening but slept through until 6 this morning (am still quite peeved that she slept until 9 when Peter was here though!)
This morning started calmly enough. She called me at 6 but I was very slow getting up this morning (a combination of a strange bed and 4 hours of driving does that to me) so a gentle pootle through shower and breakfast didn't happen until nearer 9. Then she sat and watched a bit of tv before suddenly getting obsessed with waiting for the man with the car to arrive. This, it turns out, wasn't a hope that Peter was returning but waiting for the bus to take her to the day centre! Come Thursday and I guarantee she won't want to go. However she spent an hour or so standing by the door with her coat on before going into the back bedroom and pulling piles of saved greetings cards out of the drawer and getting upset over them.
Lunch was refused but a coffee with Mavis was accepted. Coat and lipstick on, she was ready.
As she left the bedroom I realised I could smell nail varnish. Seeing she was in a cream coat I was worried about nail varnish stains so checked her sleeves. Nothing. Not on the coat or her nails. It was then that I realised that the pearly lipstick wasn't lipstick. Fortunately it hadn't had enough time to dry properly so it did come off after a bit of persuasion but it was a tussle because Ma couldn't understand what the fuss was about.
Chicken soup. bread and butter and a mince pie for tea and she's now dozing in front of the tv.
She went to bed at 6 despite my best efforts.
Just had yet another conversation about going to bed and going to sleep. This will be the eighth time since 18:00 and it is still only 22:33
The recurring theme is interesting:
Are you ready?
Ready for what?
Ready to come to bed
I'm not sleeping with you Ma, I have my own bed
Are you sure?
Yes I'm sure.
I never see your boyfriend.
I know Ma, he's the Scarlet Pimpernel.
Is he??? Well that's good then.
Please, please stay in bed tonight, I can't cope if you get up every hour.
Well why would I do that? I've never done it before...
On that note. Goodnight, I will un-grit me teeth at some point I'm sure.
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