We've settled into a routine surprisingly quickly.
I get up, take her a cup of tea and dole out the meds. She asks me why it's five tablets today and I tell her it's always five. She says she's sure it's three. The weather is always discussed, as far as Ma is concerned if it isn't wall to wall blue sky and sunshine it's a wasted day. I'm then asked if I've put the immersion heater on so that she can have a shower. I offer to turn the shower on and she refuses. Then comes to tell me it isn't working. I sort the shower. Then check to see that she's actually in it because I know that sometimes she forgets and just gets dressed instead. While she's in the shower I do a quick search and retrieve mission for any laundry which she has currently taken to stashing either under the bed or behind the radiator. Sometimes what she chooses to wear can be interesting. Despite three double wardrobes full of clothes she has taken to wearing the same six or seven things - sometimes all at the same time. I try to gently nudge her but she hates that so sometimes I lose the battle, the other day it was trousers and skirt and long jacket with a sparkly top.
Every morning we disagree about breakfast. I offer, she refuses. I make some anyway and she eats it. Then the TV goes on and stays on until she goes to bed. I'm getting quite au fait with daytime television but have to leave the room during Jeremy Kyle...
For my entire life my mother has been on a diet (let's not go into my own food and weight issues but hmmm...) so lunch and tea bring more skirmishes but I'm learning not to ask her what she wants and just put something in front of her. She retaliates by only ever eating half of anything I give her. However I am wise to this and somewhat sneaky so make sure she gets calorie/nutrient-rich food. No Lite shite in this house any longer.
Trips to the supermarket can be tiresome with Ma wandering off so I try and do as much of that on my own as I can. Although I find it vaguely disturbing/hysterical that we get tears in Aldi because Dad 'loved' going there. From memory he hated shopping but would do absolutely whatever he could to make Ma happy.
As I type this she has gone next door to 'tell them I'm here'. Pointing out that lights on/curtains open and closed/my car in the drive might give them a clue is a waste of time. She has become obsessed with next door and they, dear people that they are, ask her in and ply her with coffee.
Time for a cuppa methinks. And then type up some more recipes.