Daughter sent me a text in the middle of the night Wednesday, complaining because staff was telling her she had to stop walking around her room rearranging things. She was making too much noise. She was outraged, because she was trying to be quiet.
When she called me in the morning, she was still unhappy. She was even less happy when I supported staff. She informed me that she wouldn't be coming to the church and hung up on me. I was talking to Sister when she called back the first time. "I know you need me, so I guess I'll come." "That's alright, you can stay home, we can manage without you."
I told Sister she would call back shortly and tell me she wanted to come to the church for her volunteer work and apologize. She did. I agreed to pick her up.
When I picked her up, I reminded her of how she had complained when the staff member in the bedroom next to her had had her TV on all night. I reminded her that she said she didn't mean to disturb her, but it did. Daughter did not like that. When she started whining and complaining, I told her to stop. She was silent a minute, and then complained, "I can't believe the devil has gotten to my own mother."
I took her back home. She was fighting tears as she went back into the house, and I'm sure became hysterical once inside. Hopefully she learned something. I informed her she had to apologize to the staff member, and she told me she had yesterday evening.
I won't see her again until Thursday, as I have our big planning meeting tomorrow. She said Home Owner reminded staff that when Daughter is up in the middle of the night, they should give her her sleeping pill. I hope they do, and I also hope she becomes more respectful. She now knows I am willing to make a u-turn and take her back home. That's good.