Today is Tuesday. I had to get Mom up at 10am. She had spent 12 hours in bed. This is worrying me. So I got her up, almost roughly, saying she had to get out of bed and eat. She had to stop spending the day asleep.

She did not like that. But she knew she had to do that. So I left the room, to let her get dressed without me watching her. I went to WalMart to get some food for us. When I got back, we were speaking civilly again.

She knew she had to eat well, and that I was saying that all along. So she gave me the money for a laptop, which I needed. I could have paid for next week. That made me very happy. Then she said she'd prepare some real food, a real meal. It was very good.

So after that we had a good day.

It seems Mom is depressed when she sleeps, almost wishing to never get out of bed again. But when she does, she regains her will to live. She can then go on. Sometimes she can even seem happy. But I can't let her stay in bed past 12 hours.