Ahhhhh!
First day back at day care, we've spent ages preparing mum for it. And she hid upstairs 'looking after the young girls' ( jumpers on clothes rail) refusing to answer the door. She now tells me that she isn't going to go anymore - oh joy - those three days a week are the only thing that keeps me going.
Two weeks of her being home full time and I'm back at work today,, spent the morning fielding phone calls from her the day care centre and trying to rearrange things with her carer.
Was so looking forward to today, a chance to not have mum over for dinner, to know she was safe at the day centre rather than having to go in and check on her or answer the multiple stressful not making any sense phone calls.
I know it's an illness, I know she can't help it, but I just want to scream with frustration I need a break!
First day back at day care, we've spent ages preparing mum for it. And she hid upstairs 'looking after the young girls' ( jumpers on clothes rail) refusing to answer the door. She now tells me that she isn't going to go anymore - oh joy - those three days a week are the only thing that keeps me going.
Two weeks of her being home full time and I'm back at work today,, spent the morning fielding phone calls from her the day care centre and trying to rearrange things with her carer.
Was so looking forward to today, a chance to not have mum over for dinner, to know she was safe at the day centre rather than having to go in and check on her or answer the multiple stressful not making any sense phone calls.
I know it's an illness, I know she can't help it, but I just want to scream with frustration I need a break!