I wake up at whatever time I wake up. If it’s a sensible hour of the morning, I’ll get up, pee, check my blood sugar level then curse and swear or dance a jig depending on what it’s at.
Go downstairs, check to see where my mother is. If she’s still in bed I check to see if she’s dead or merely sleeping.
Regardless of where she is (and assume she didn’t die in her sleep) I plug in and switch on the TV and my PC/modem. Then I go into the kitchen, fill the water filter jug, then the kettle, then make myself coffee and (if she’s up and about) a mug of tea for mother and I take my am meds.
If she’s up and about, I’ll settle her in front of the TV while I go online check my email and start looking at facebook and whatever message boards I use.
At some point mother will start demanding to know what she can have for her breakfast, so I will explain the menu to her, she chooses and I get it for her.
Sometimes she falls asleep before I get back with the food. If she’s awake I’ll also give her her meds.
If I’m able to do so, I’ll do a 40 minute aerobics routine, after which I’ll shower and wash my hair. If not I just keep surfing the 'net. If I’m hungry I’ll have something to eat and depending on how high or low my mmol was I’ll take a tablet.
When I’m ready/in the mood to do so, I’ll get dressed, my mother will criticise my choice of clothing and demand that I put a scarf around my neck. When I’m done ignoring her, I’ll go into town (I’ll walk if possible) and get today’s paper, any magazines that are out that day, any food we need, then come home.
I will then spend an amount of time telling my mother exactly where I went, whom I spoke to, what I said, what they said, and whether or not I saw anyone who knows her, and what the weather was like. Occasionally I will also have to show her what I bought.
I’ll make her tea and myself a coffee and we’ll sit and drink them and have a cake or pastry that I bought.
I’ll leave her to read the paper/magazines while I have another look at my emails/facebook etc.
Then I’ll put whatever we’re having for dinner in the oven and sit in the living room, with mother, while it cooks. Then we eat, or I eat (and take my pm meds) and she bitches about what did I cook, and she didn’t want that (despite asking for it earlier) she’ll eat a bit, spit it out, or start yelling that it’s too hot, too cold, or whatever the fuck she thinks is wrong with it.
The rest of the evening will be spent trying to find something she can watch on TV that won’t cause her to freak out, she then finds a paper or magazine to talk to (she hallucinates and thinks the photos are guests) she will also start singing. Loudly. If there is a suitable photo in the paper/magazine she’ll start roaring her head off/offering advise/kissing the picture.
I sit and LOL at her.
I will give her her sleeping tablet and wait for it to take effect.
The dishwasher gets unloaded/reloaded sporadically during the day, and I’ll throw laundry in the washing machine/take laundry out of the washing machine, and use the dryer as necessary. I clean the bathrooms when I use them. I’ll vacuum the carpets as often as I am able to, and mop hard floors same.
Sporadically she’ll insist that it’s freezing and she wants the fire lit - so I light the fire for her. Occasionally she’ll demand that I make tea and sandwiches/cakes for her guests. Or that I get these people out of the house (which involves throwing the offending paper/mag out - and she spends the rest of the day bitching that she’s got nothing to read).
Most days she wants to listen to her Paddy Reilly CD, so I put that on for her and she sings along - despite not knowing the words.
Or the tune.
Once a week she goes to Daycare (we are always late getting there as we have to have a fight about it - she doesn’t want to go because she can’t bully me if she’s there and I’m somewhere else), I’ll watch something on rental DVD, or something that I sky plussed, then I’ll go see my horse and ride, if I’m up to it.
Then I pick her up from Daycare, she’ll tell me off for leaving her there, we’ll go to the dept store for a look around and maybe go to the café for something to eat.
Once she’s gone to bed, depending on what time it is (varies from 10pm to 3am) I’ll either go to bed, or watch something that I sky plussed or a DVD. And if I remember to I’ll take my night time meds (I usually forget)
Before we got the sleeping tablets [for her] she’d go to bed around midnight, then get up at around 2am and stomp around downstairs, shouting her head off at the people who’d come into the house, and trying to get them to leave.
