9:59 PM- off to see Mom with her pills. She doesn’t want them. Not then- of course not. She wants to talk more about her tooth. And she doesn’t want to take her sleeping pill. Wants Dad to give it to her later so she can “Sleep-in later!”
“No Mom- you need to take these now. I’ve got to get to bed.”
“You never want to talk about things when I want to talk about them.”
“Mom- I’m very tired and I need to go to bed. Take your pills.”
“I’m not taking this one now- (sleeping pill- actually not a sleeping pill- a relaxation medication) Your father will give it to me later.”
“No you need to take it now.”
Look over to where my father sits 3 feet away watching Frasier. He is ignoring the whole conversation even though it is getting loud and heated.
“I’m not going to take it- (stomps foot)”
“Fine (yes I have raised my voice…) Don’t take it. Don’t take any of them. I don’t care. I’m going to bed.”
And I leave. And I go to bed.