We had something of a battle today, with Eileen insisting that she did not want or need to take a bath today. Last week, she called me a "clean freak" and I told her that getting clean and shampooing her hair once a week did NOT qualify for clean freak status. She also told me today that Araceli will give her a bath as soon as she gets back to Minnesota . . . Thursday. I asked if she had told Araceli that I've been giving her a bath each week while Araceli has been gone. My mother didn't remember that I have been doing this. So I told her that if she can't remember it, the baths can't have traumatized her very much. Still, she ranted and raved against me making her do this. I think her real issue is having someone else tell her what to do. At least now, she is clean and I've clipped her toenails. Fun.
This is a sad story. I'm not 100% what year it was (2011-2013?) but I had to fill out the same old paperwork for work. Every year, the same stuff! Phone number, address, blah blah blah. (I was super tempted to write "Nothing's changed.") But on the section where it asked for a secondary contact in case of emergency, I paused. And cried. Louie is always my first contact. But my mom had always been that second one, just in case. And it must have been the fall of 2011, because I remember the struggle I felt knowing she wouldn't have the mental acuity to take an emergency call on my behalf. The realization that her role in my life had changed and I needed to be strong for her . . . rather than me being able to lean on her . . . that was hard. I asked Morgan if I could put his name and number down in case of an emergency if they couldn't reach his dad. Of course, he said yes. I am incredibly blessed that I had my mom around for 48 years of my life and that ...
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