Nightime is funny. Mom has a delayed sense of sleep, getting more energetic it seems as the evening waxes long. This would be fine, except that my natural rhythm is to wind down and relax after nine generally. Of the two of us, of course, i have to be the one to change. She can't.
i need more patience. i need to not be so cruel. i wonder sometimes if she would be happier in a retirement community. i just don't think so though.
i have found that mom will sometimes watch episodes of the tv show- due south- on dvd with me. she seems to enjoy it, and it is bonding time. It also calms her down, winds her down. Why don't i do constructive things like this more often?????
The plumber is scheduled, Lord willing, to come back in the morning to fix our drainage pipe once and for all. Oh to take a hot shower, and allow mom to use the toilet upstairs without stress. Oh for water to drain down, to not have to empty the tub with a bucket.
but God is good, and He has seen me through. Thank and praise God for all!!!!!!!!!!!!
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