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How can I even begin to describe my day today? It started around midnight, with my grandmother waking up from a bad dream shouting that there was banging going on in her room and that she wanted to know if it was time to get up yet. This continued for hours, since she kept forgetting when I went in there to tell her to go back to sleep. Finally she fell asleep around 1 or 2 am and I was able to go back to bed.
Things were pretty quiet for the rest of the night, and I was able to get a good night's sleep. However, when the mail came in the morning, I was told we had to go out. My mother had received something in the mail from her boss, and she wanted it taken to her at work, and my father decided that he wanted to get a haircut while we were out. When we finally got home afterwards, my father decided that he was going to take his turn on the computer, and then mow the lawn. How he can operate a riding lawn mower and both qualify for disability and not be able to drive a car, I really do not understand. And after he was done, I found out that we were going out again... to do food shopping that he had been putting off for a few days. He had decided to wait till this afternoon rather than do it while we were already out because he wanted to distract my grandmother this afternoon from her usual pattern of forgetting when she goes to bed and asking over and over again if it is time to get undressed and go to bed. Finally we got home around 4:30, put the groceries away, and I was able to take my time on the computer until my mother gets home in a few hours... who knows, maybe she'll be home late and I'll have more than three hours of down time in a 24 hour day. After she gets home, I'll be back to taking care of my grandmother again... see, technically the night shift is mine, getting up and taking her to the bathroom, etc, but after a full day of taking care of her and running errands and driving them around I usually go to sleep and just wake up if she calls for me and I hear it over the baby monitor we have set up in her room. Yet despite the fact that I am literally on call with her around 21 hours a day, my mother thinks that I don't do anything much to help around the house because I'm not working and bringing in money, so I have to hear a constant litany about me sponging off of them... anyone want to trade lives? I mean, seriously here, I am busy taking care of my grandmother nearly my every waking moment, with but a short few hours to myself in which to recover my sanity... even if I had time to look for and work at a job, I need the car to get a job, and the car belongs to my parents so I have to drive my father and grandmother places in order to be allowed to use it, and when I am doing that I don't have time to look for and work at a job. Great little catch-22 isn't it?
I dunno, maybe I'm just being pessimistic today... and maybe not. I'll write more later.
-Jarin
Things were pretty quiet for the rest of the night, and I was able to get a good night's sleep. However, when the mail came in the morning, I was told we had to go out. My mother had received something in the mail from her boss, and she wanted it taken to her at work, and my father decided that he wanted to get a haircut while we were out. When we finally got home afterwards, my father decided that he was going to take his turn on the computer, and then mow the lawn. How he can operate a riding lawn mower and both qualify for disability and not be able to drive a car, I really do not understand. And after he was done, I found out that we were going out again... to do food shopping that he had been putting off for a few days. He had decided to wait till this afternoon rather than do it while we were already out because he wanted to distract my grandmother this afternoon from her usual pattern of forgetting when she goes to bed and asking over and over again if it is time to get undressed and go to bed. Finally we got home around 4:30, put the groceries away, and I was able to take my time on the computer until my mother gets home in a few hours... who knows, maybe she'll be home late and I'll have more than three hours of down time in a 24 hour day. After she gets home, I'll be back to taking care of my grandmother again... see, technically the night shift is mine, getting up and taking her to the bathroom, etc, but after a full day of taking care of her and running errands and driving them around I usually go to sleep and just wake up if she calls for me and I hear it over the baby monitor we have set up in her room. Yet despite the fact that I am literally on call with her around 21 hours a day, my mother thinks that I don't do anything much to help around the house because I'm not working and bringing in money, so I have to hear a constant litany about me sponging off of them... anyone want to trade lives? I mean, seriously here, I am busy taking care of my grandmother nearly my every waking moment, with but a short few hours to myself in which to recover my sanity... even if I had time to look for and work at a job, I need the car to get a job, and the car belongs to my parents so I have to drive my father and grandmother places in order to be allowed to use it, and when I am doing that I don't have time to look for and work at a job. Great little catch-22 isn't it?
I dunno, maybe I'm just being pessimistic today... and maybe not. I'll write more later.
-Jarin
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