Thursday, May 14, 2015 

Worked till 7:00 pm and came home to find Rob in a foul mood. Mom wouldn’t eat, and he had gone out of his way to buy sweet potatoes and other veggies for her. He was mowing the grass when I came home and said he was “fed up with this house”! I found mom in the kitchen, warmed up her untouched plate and made her eat to protestation after protestation.

I already ate.

No you didn’t.

Yes, I did, and I can’t eat any more. I’m too full.

What did you eat?

I don’t remember.

That‘s because the last thing you ate was cereal at breakfast.

No. I swear.

Eat! 

I practically fed her and she ate. Afterward, mom decided to sit in the kitchen while I did the dishes.

Put that light out. Why do you need so many lights?

I like to see what I’m doing. That’s why I had all the lights installed.

Where’s Rob? I haven’t seen him.

Well, he just tried to give you supper?

No he didn’t.

Yes he did. 

Rob entered the room and spoke with mom, then he left to continue mowing the lawn.

Where’s Rob? I haven’t seen him all day.

He just left the room, mom. You just spoke with him.

Oh. 

Multiply these conversations by 10 or 20, particularly when you have had little sleep. Some days are just more difficult than others.