Get me a propeller hat and a drool cup (for me) - my mom has decided to come. Ah-h-h-h-h-h!!! And she gives me about a week and a half notice. If I had a fork wit hin reach I would plant it firmly in my eye. FRIGHTENING!!!!
So what did I do in order to not think about the gory details? I went shopping for toilet assist products! What else would I do?? The raised seat I bought last time - was tossed as soon as Mom got on the plane. And I decided she needs a toi-toi of her own in her bedroom, just in case.
Her plan is to move here with me, and to look for a nursing home around here. My plan is to set up some appointments with local places and take some tours. Tonight on the phone when I mentioned that the place she is in is pretty nice and high end she said "but it's so boring!!!" So doggone it we're going to find one with face painting and hall musicians and puppies and musical acts in the dining room every evening. Oh, and a disco - complete with mirrored ball and cocaine! Yep! Cause I think my mom believes that exists!
Good thing my expectations of this experience aren't nearly as high as hers or I'd really be in trouble.