We have our routine.
When Grandma has her 6:00 am shift, we set both our phones for 5:00 or so. Hers goes off, and she tries to ignore it. Mine goes off, and I keep reminding her that she needs to get up. She finally does so, tells me she wants me to rest, and sometimes I go back to sleep and sometimes not, and it's weird, but before she leaves, she has to give me a goodbye kiss, and if I'm asleep, then she wakes me up anyway, but usually it's okay, because I'm faking it. Then she leaves, and I get up and get some work done.
On weekends, I get up and get work done, or cruise SKMB, or maybe work out (as if), or whatever. She'll get up anywhere from 9:00 to 10:30, and I'll fix her breakfast. Usually an egg scrambler with sauteed mushrooms, bell peppers, onion, spinach, various spices, and two to four different kinds of cheese. We grind our own coffee, so that's made too. She tells me the eggs are delicious, and we eat while we read the morning paper.
Man, we are old and boring.