I'm having one of those days where my patience is wearing thin so I've escaped to another room for 15 mins to come on TP and breathe !!
Do any of you feel like every day is groundhog day or am I just being mean ?? I've had another messy clean up operation this morning, made worse by the fact that dad decided to put both hands into rather messy pull up pants and then proceed to smear it all over the bed and his stomach. Of course trying to reason with him and explain to him to stop doing it is met by confusion and a reply of 'what's wrong? I don't know how it got there. I'm just cleaning myself'.
Then he sulked as I tried to clean him and when he sulks he has this habit of smacking his lips. Oh my God this morning the lip smacking felt like Chinese water torture !!!
I finally got him clean, washed, put cream all over his dry skin, sorted out his very dry cracked feet, removed the remaining messy stuff from underneath his finger nails and gave him a mini manicure. Sat him up on the side of the bed, handed him his toothbrush to clean his teeth, turned around to pick up the bowl of water and dad had flopped backwards onto the bed dropping the tooth brush and toothpaste all over his clean clothes!!
I then try to put his cardigan on where he puts one arm in but refused to put the other in so now he is sporting some sort of cardigan/cape in the style of Batman !!
As I stand him up to take him to the front room he announces that he badly needs to go to the toilet even though he has spent 15 mins on the commode but to no avail. So back to the commode, trying too pull his trousers down whilst he is trying to pull them back up exclaiming loudly 'stop doing that, stop pulling my trousers down' and can't understand that this is necessary as you can't go to the toilet with them pulled up. This is then followed by more lip smacking and once seated starts asking why he is sat on the toilet. When I explain that he said he needed to go he was completely confused, sat there for another 5 mins did nothing so I got him up again and took him into the living room.
I finally got him into the living room where I spent 20 mins (like I do every day) trying to encourage him to eat some breakfast and drink his tea. His poor brain is so confused that he struggles to understand most things you say to him so everything has to be repeated over and over again.
So I'm wondering if any of you lovely people out there know where I can buy a sack load of patience as I've checked on Amazon and they seem to be clean out of it.
Thank you for letting me get that off my chest and in the absence of patience it may just have to be a brandy.........joke !! xx
Do any of you feel like every day is groundhog day or am I just being mean ?? I've had another messy clean up operation this morning, made worse by the fact that dad decided to put both hands into rather messy pull up pants and then proceed to smear it all over the bed and his stomach. Of course trying to reason with him and explain to him to stop doing it is met by confusion and a reply of 'what's wrong? I don't know how it got there. I'm just cleaning myself'.
Then he sulked as I tried to clean him and when he sulks he has this habit of smacking his lips. Oh my God this morning the lip smacking felt like Chinese water torture !!!
I finally got him clean, washed, put cream all over his dry skin, sorted out his very dry cracked feet, removed the remaining messy stuff from underneath his finger nails and gave him a mini manicure. Sat him up on the side of the bed, handed him his toothbrush to clean his teeth, turned around to pick up the bowl of water and dad had flopped backwards onto the bed dropping the tooth brush and toothpaste all over his clean clothes!!
I then try to put his cardigan on where he puts one arm in but refused to put the other in so now he is sporting some sort of cardigan/cape in the style of Batman !!
As I stand him up to take him to the front room he announces that he badly needs to go to the toilet even though he has spent 15 mins on the commode but to no avail. So back to the commode, trying too pull his trousers down whilst he is trying to pull them back up exclaiming loudly 'stop doing that, stop pulling my trousers down' and can't understand that this is necessary as you can't go to the toilet with them pulled up. This is then followed by more lip smacking and once seated starts asking why he is sat on the toilet. When I explain that he said he needed to go he was completely confused, sat there for another 5 mins did nothing so I got him up again and took him into the living room.
I finally got him into the living room where I spent 20 mins (like I do every day) trying to encourage him to eat some breakfast and drink his tea. His poor brain is so confused that he struggles to understand most things you say to him so everything has to be repeated over and over again.
So I'm wondering if any of you lovely people out there know where I can buy a sack load of patience as I've checked on Amazon and they seem to be clean out of it.
Thank you for letting me get that off my chest and in the absence of patience it may just have to be a brandy.........joke !! xx