Sigh. I feel really shitty.

I found Florence's night pills sitting on her table by her t.v., she had forgotten to take them last night.

That would explain why she was up all night, then too tired in the morning, and grouchy and stubborn all day.

We had quite a row, actually, where she crawled up the stairs to yell at me some more.  I told her she would either turn around and let me help her down, or I would push her down the stairs.  She started to hit me, and I said, "Do you REALLY want to do that, Florence? Because I can hit back, and much harder."

And then I found her pills downstairs, and I felt horrible.

Pete and I were both there, and neither one of us caught the mistake.  We had both thought she took them.

So I apologized to Flo, and she apologized to me, and we blamed on the "stupid damned pills that didn't jump into her mouth."  Because really, it's nobody's fault.

I'm going to go hide in a corner now.

I'm a rotten sewer, a rotten homemaker, and a rotten caregiver too.

-----Rebecca