If I haven`t come to the end of the road I`m almost there.
This morning.....
6am. he woke for the toilet, used the bottle.
S `Come on. Back to bed now.`
D `I`m getting up.`
S `All right.`
So dressing gown and slippers on, long slow walk down hall into living room, got him a drink, returned to bedroom to collect all paraphernalia to take to living room, tissues, wipes, waste bin, urine bottle to wash and empty, made us both a drink and then he said he wanted to sleep.
So back to bed , reverse all previous actions, fire off lights off, help him into bed and he immediately starts to get up again.
Burst into tears, too much to cope with, he screams at me for being a drama queen, help him into standing position, tell him to do what he wants and he stands there asking if I want to sleep.
I do want to sleep but am too awake now with all the to-ing and fro-ing so tell him I just want peace.
He attempts to get back in bed so I help him but he wants me to sleep too so I get back in bed. The legs start to move and he`s up again. So I get up too to help him tears of frustration pouring down my face, wondering how much more I can take.
As soon as he`s up he tries to get back to bed again but I persuaded him to sit on the chair in the bedroom, where it will be safer.
He doesn`t know what to do and I don`t know what to do.