Kate has gotten up early on four or five days over the past two weeks. On the days when I felt I needed to wake her, I haven’t had any trouble. That changed yesterday when I tried to get her up for lunch with the sitter. She wanted me to leave her. I could, of course, have let her continue sleeping, but I felt she had slept enough. In addition, she hasn’t been as accepting of Cindy’s getting her up. On two occasions when I have done that, she has remained in bed too long. Once she didn’t get up at all while Cindy was here. The other time she got up so late that she didn’t have lunch until 3:00.
By the time I got her up and dressed yesterday, Cindy had been here over twenty minutes. When I got home, Kate was on the sofa resting. I’m not sure how long she had been there. She continued resting while I put up a few groceries and checked email.
At dinner, she asked if I knew what she was going to do when we got home. I said, “Go to bed?” She said, “That’s right.” I told her I suspected she would get her second wind after dinner. That is what usually happens. As we drove home, she said, “What can I do when we get home?” I told her she might like to work on her puzzles. She liked the idea and did so for almost an hour as I watched the news.
Later when I told her I was going to take a shower. I suggested she come to the bedroom with me. She started to follow me but went to the bathroom for the guest room next to ours. I went to look for her when she didn’t return. I found her in the guest room under the covers with her clothes on and the light off. I suggested she come into our bedroom. She came with me.
I put on a DVD of Les Miserables. She sat down in her chair with her iPad. It wasn’t long before she put the iPad down. She started to put on her night gown. Then she got in bed and lay down. She had been very lethargic all day, but she didn’t go to sleep. She was still awake when I got in bed an hour later.
It was another day when she wasn’t cheerful. She just seemed tired, but it was also a day when she appeared to know me as her husband. As we drove home from dinner, she said something about my being a creature of habit. I said, “You think you know me pretty well.” She said, “I should.” I said, “Do you know my name?” She didn’t, but it didn’t bother her at all. She just wanted me to tell her, and we moved on.
I’m hoping for a more cheerful day today.
