Yesterday evening was a very frustrating one with Daughter. Sometimes the contradictions that are part of life with her are disorienting. Yesterday afternoon she sat in a chair directly across from me sleeping and totally ignoring me. If she did open her eyes and I spoke to her, she didn't acknowledge me or respond. Finally, around 5:00, she said, "I suppose it's bed time now."
."No, it's 5:00 and you need to go to your room if all you're going to do is sleep." She grabbed her linens out of the dryer and went into her room, slamming the door to express her displeasure.
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About 8:00, she came out sobbing, "I'm so sorry for being such a jackass to you."
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"You are very good at apologizing. Show me that you are sorry by taking care of the laundry in the basket."
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"Screw you, Bitch!" She again vanished into her bedroom, slamming her door to make sure I knew she was mad.
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About 10:00 she came out, dressed in her her pj's to get her insulin and pills. I gave her some milk (she missed supper, and had the good sense not to ask for any at this point). She returned to her bedroom. I don't remember if she slammed the door.
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About 11:00 I was getting ready for bed. She came into the bathroom. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I have a reason, my back is really hurting."
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"I'm a bitch, remember?"
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"Sometimes I say things I don't mean."
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"How am I supposed to know when you mean what you say?"
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"I don't know."
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"As long as you are wetting the bed, you aren't going to sleep in my bed." She vanished back into her bedroom.
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This morning I went in and turned on her bedroom light. I was not pleased to notice she'd slept on her floor. I have told her if she wants to sleep on the floor, she has to have the air mattress under her because I don't want urine soaking into the carpet and subfloor. I pulled the covers off of her, expecting the worst. It looked like she was dry.
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I left, and she got up. She came out and told me she was dry. She even showed me her diaper when I asked, and it was completely dry. She requested a breakfast that requires some work from me. I gave her the option of 2 less labor intensive breakfasts, explaining I wasn't inclined to work on her breakfast when she was refusing to do anything around the house. When we got to the church, she volunteered to carry my briefcase in.
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I'm starting the week tired, for some reason.
2 comments:
Yuck. She's in a rut and she doesn't know how to get out. Does she get much exercize? Exercize can be a real mood brightener (for you, too!)
I hope today is better.
You're right. She is refusing to move, and won't do anything I suggest right now. I walk for 30-45 minutes every morning, fortunately. It's part of what keeps me going.
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