And - as feared - today is off to a blinding start
Initially agreeing to a bath, she then said no, she wasn't going to - so I reminded her she has a GP appointment, for the jabs, when all other efforts to persuade her failed. Straight away into agitation and foul mood, she began to shovel her breakfast in, chomping and slurping and bolting to the extent I actually expected her to choke - throughout she repeatedly took tissues from the box on the table, sniffling and screwing them up, and either piling them by her plate, or letting them drop on the floor. Then, all of a sudden she called to me as I was at the sink - 'Ann - can you put the tissues nearer - I can't reach!!!!'.
I just looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then pointing out the several tissues by her plate, and the tissues on the floor, I told her she could reach. She lifted her arm, stretched it out to within about 2 inches of the box, told me she couldn't do it - though plainly, she could - and she snapped at me 'I WANT YOU to move them nearer - NOW'. I told her to do it herself, pointed out that I was up to my elbows in washing up, and that I was her daughter in law, not a maidservant - and got a 5 minute rant about how I'm 'heading to hell' for being so cruel, and she wouldn't believe that I would refuse to do a simple thing like that, and what a lazy so and so I am
I just turned my back on her and refused to respond - mid rant, I saw from the corner of my eye the arm shoot out and she grabbed another handful of tissues, whilst telling me that she was 'too weak' to stretch for the box
*sigh* - going to be doing a lot of counting to 10 today, I think!
Initially agreeing to a bath, she then said no, she wasn't going to - so I reminded her she has a GP appointment, for the jabs, when all other efforts to persuade her failed. Straight away into agitation and foul mood, she began to shovel her breakfast in, chomping and slurping and bolting to the extent I actually expected her to choke - throughout she repeatedly took tissues from the box on the table, sniffling and screwing them up, and either piling them by her plate, or letting them drop on the floor. Then, all of a sudden she called to me as I was at the sink - 'Ann - can you put the tissues nearer - I can't reach!!!!'.
I just looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then pointing out the several tissues by her plate, and the tissues on the floor, I told her she could reach. She lifted her arm, stretched it out to within about 2 inches of the box, told me she couldn't do it - though plainly, she could - and she snapped at me 'I WANT YOU to move them nearer - NOW'. I told her to do it herself, pointed out that I was up to my elbows in washing up, and that I was her daughter in law, not a maidservant - and got a 5 minute rant about how I'm 'heading to hell' for being so cruel, and she wouldn't believe that I would refuse to do a simple thing like that, and what a lazy so and so I am
I just turned my back on her and refused to respond - mid rant, I saw from the corner of my eye the arm shoot out and she grabbed another handful of tissues, whilst telling me that she was 'too weak' to stretch for the box
*sigh* - going to be doing a lot of counting to 10 today, I think!