Happy Mother's Day!

Saturday night, with Dad in the surgery recovery area, my brothers and I decided that Mom needed a bath and I was the one to do it. Oh, holy crap. My neuroses kicked into high gear. They were right, but I'm still SUCH a huge baby. I didn't want to do this thing. I don't want to step up to this plate and do the responsible thing. Damnit! This grownup shit is completely overrated.

So after a wakeful night, I hatched the plan. I would have my brothers within earshot in case Mom fell or resisted or something. I would wear my sleeping shorts and t-shirt. I took my body puff and body wash and some tearless shampoo, and I was off to do this thing. It was just not that bad. Mom was very cooperative, and she seemed to feel SO much better when it was done.

I picked out a pretty outfit for her BIG day, and brushed her hair just so. Rick, my brother, gathered the piles of dirty clothes, towels, and other things and put them to wash while I worked with Mom. It took one hour from start to finish. Just not that bad. I survived. I'm such a freakin' wimp.

I have to do it again tomorrow, too. I'm scared again, but I know it will work out fine.