Mom was a little ... off today. I came up from "downstairs" earlier in the day and found her on the couch. Then later, I followed her "upstairs", expecting her to primp and preen and get ready to "go bye bye". But she didn't. She went back and layed on the 'beddie-bye'. So okay. I figured, I'll just lay there with her. I occassionally walked over to give her a massage too; on and off, and so it went.
But this went on a little too long. She was laying there much longer than usual. I mean, right about this time, she is usually not even here (!)
So I got a little restless myself. I jumped down and back up to check on her, I walked over near her face, eyeball-to-eyeball. I had that worried look in my face [that little tiny face of hers with her eyes real big]. And suddenly? I figured it out. Instead of jumping up and down the bed, I'm gonna like go rummage in the closet. She hates that.
So I did, and she just yelled over my way. I scurried out a couple of times. And then I figured it out even more:
I'm gonna like, PUSH the door ALL the way open. THAT'll get her attention. Hey, mom! This way to change, okay?
That actually, DID get her up - never to return to the bed for the rest of that time.
[This means, she got up and dressed and out the door finally.]
:)
Friday, July 9, 2010
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