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Bathing (Jeanne)

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.

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