This is one of those days. Hard to describe to anyone who isn't a full-time care giver. Scott will not get out of bed. No way, no how. I tried several times and finally had his Dad go in and use the Dad voice. Scott just wiggled his foot. When a guy that weighs 195lbs and is 6'1" doesn't want to get out of bed, you're not going to get him out of bed!
To be fair, Scott is not a "good" sleeper. He is up much of the night, most nights, so by necessity, I am as well. He has had an intestinal virus off and on the last week and he was up in the bathroom quite a bit last night. So I will let him sleep.
That is one of the advantages to caring for family members who are disabled, at home. They have the center point in your heart. They are not a "client" that must adhere to someone else's schedule. Scott's needs are met, not the clock's or the calendar's or some program.
Caring for loved ones at home was the norm until some corporations discovered they could make money off of what is part of the path of some peoples lives. Other "experts" jumped on the bandwagon and voila, we have a monstrous industry and bureaucracy that prevents people from exercising their right to live their lives as they choose. What most of us really need is a little support and help. But this is a rant for another day.
There are days when I feel like a prisoner. My schedule, my needs, are almost always secondary and subjugated to his. Not today. Today we go with the flow.