COMING TOGETHER--38

This is Sunday. I went to church early, taking her car so she couldn't. When I got back around 12 noon, she was sitting in her sofa chair, reading.

She said her friend was going to pick her up at 10am but no one came. When I came back from church, the garage door was open, something she says she can't stand. I think she just forgot since her friend never came.

Then Mom gave me one of her pitiful acts, pretending to be worried when I left early this morning without telling her where I was going. I don't really believe in that, since she had her own plans.

Now she is reading and I am here typing this up.

She didn't eat all day. I got frustrated at her not wanting to eat, so I kinda shook her shoulders to get through to her. I think I rattled her enough so that she said she would eat a turkey sandwich left over from yesterday. She was quite co-operative about that and I appreciated that.

She ate well and drank milk, all good stuff. We watched the Rangers win a baseball game, then watched the Irish tenors on public television. So the afternoon has gone well, when my mother eats well. She had some chocolate pieces, a good reward for eating well.

When Mom eats well, the day goes well.

Now it is Monday, early, around 8am. Mom's bedroom light is on, which means she got up to go to the bathroom. She is back in her bed, probably pretending to be asleep.

I'd really like her to eat breakfast without any arguing or persuading from me. I'd like to have a break from this constant confrontation with her about eating. I get weary of this. I wonder how long this will go on. I know there won't be any relief of this responsibility for me.

She did get up and eat well. In fact, she ate Cheerios and Total cereal together--I hadn't thought of that but she liked it well. So I congratulated her on how well she ate.

We seemed to be having a good time. I got Subway for her, meatballs and she seemed to really like that. I had roasted chicken, as I always do. The evening went well.