Lazy, Crazy Sunday

My alarm goes off at 10.30am. Lolly and I laze around for a while as we slowly wake up. BFTP has a packed schedule of his various eye-drops and medication that have to be taken at particular intervals - 5, 6, 7, 11, 12 and 3 - around the clock. Not wanting to call him at any time when he could be sleeping in between eye-drops, I go downstairs at 11am to make me and Lolly some tea and give him a call. He doesn't answer. Big Sis asks to borrow my laptop so that she can start drafting a reply to the letter we received. I go to make the tea and realise that there isn't much milk left and that we have no bread for toast, so I leg it to the shops and come back feeling really hot. The sun is already blazing and it's not even midday. I call BFTP again, but there is still no answer. He sends me a text a bit later telling me that he is in the middle of some drama at home and that he will talk to me later, but asking that I pray for him. I am concerned, but tell him that I will.

In the meantime, Lolly and I drink our tea and watch the longest episode of Futurama that we have ever seen. We both are dying for the loo but are compelled to stay watching just to find out how it ends. It's a slight anti-climax, but it does give us a few lines that we will no doubt edit, re-use and make our own. The Mrs calls me, forgetting that Lolly is staying over. She thinks I am on my own and is concerned about me, so just wants to check I am OK. I assure her that I am and that I have company, which is helping. She is having a barbeque with her Boy and some friends and is in good spirits. I am pleased that she sounds happy. We sign off and she tells me to call her if I need her. Lolly and I watch the first episode of the X-Factor and cringe at just how bad some auditionees are. I go and make toast, with marmalade for me and strawberry jam for Lolly. We have more tea. I get a text from BFTP a bit later, asking me to call. His sister is in a bad way emotionally. He is upset and has been rushing around all morning trying to sort things out. He has had to drive to a neighbouring city to pick up his sister, but they haven't been able to see her yet. I don't know what to say and feel helpless that I am not there and can't really do anything tangible. I ask if he has been taking his medication and he says no. He didn't know how long he would end up being out and had left it at home. I am angry and upset, but try not to let it show too much. I am concerned that he is still having to look after others, as is his way, when he really needs to be looking after himself. I am annoyed that seemingly, amidst all the worrying about his sister, no-one has stopped to worry about him. I know that I don't know all the details and don't want to be angry at anyone, but I am very concerned for him and the fact that just yesterday he was told that his eye could just deteriorate without warning, but that he has now missed several doses of the eye-drops that could potentially prevent this. I am also concerned that he is so upset and is dealing with such a difficult situation on his own, because he is used to taking responsibility for such things and being there for his family. I am upset for him that the person who should be taking responsibility for this hasn't done in the past and continues to not do so. I keep most of these thoughts in my head and just try to be calm and reassuring as much as possible. I am worried for him, worried for his sister and feel utterly helpless. He says he will text me later to keep me updated but thanks me for being there. I wish there was more I could do.

After we get off the phone, I pray. I go back upstairs and tell Lisa that things aren’t good, but try not to let the things troubling me affect the atmosphere. We talk and watch some more TV. I go to check on Big Sis because I will need my laptop to order dinner for me and Lolly. She is still writing and has been exchanging emails back and forth with some friends and Mum all day. She is still very upset. I tell her I am sorry that I am not very involved and can't spend much time with her. I don't tell her about BFTP, but say that I am worrying about him, but also I don't want to involve Lolly or leave her on her own when she has come to visit me. I read through what Big Sis has written and make some suggestions. We discuss things and then I go back to Lolly so that we can order food. It has been really hot and sunny all day and we moan like old ladies that there isn't enough breeze and that it is too hot for a lazy Sunday indoors.

Big Sis and Bro-in-Law decide to go to the park for a bit and so Lolly and I get settled in the living room while we wait for our pizza. Once it arrives, we realise just how hungry we are and get stuck in to the chicken strippers (no, not hens that take their clothes off for a living), potato wedges and the spicy beef thin crust. We watch more Monk, but lose concentration as the food coma sets in and our 'pizza babies' gestate. Big Sis and Bro-in-Law arrive back laden with Chinese food and for a second we smell the aroma and think we can eat more. We retire upstairs and realise we could probably go to sleep, even though it is only about 8.30pm. Lolly washes her hair and I try not to succumb to the drowsiness. When she is finished, I have a bath and realise I am almost too tired to wash. I take ages and then return to find that Lolly is fighting the tiredness too. She has woken up mid-episode of Monk to find that he has been arrested, is on the run and she has no idea why. I get ready for bed and get a text from BFTP. He is back at home and his sister is with him. He is going to get an early night. I am relieved, but am still feeling a little worried about him and discontent at the thought that things are still not completely resolved. Lolly and I are ready for bed and turn the lights out to sleep at 11pm. This is not only early for me, but very early for us when she stays over. We have done absolutely nothing all day, but emotionally I am feeling rather worn out.