This morning was the second morning in a row that I heard Mom up early and her walker scooting into the kitchen before I had heard the bathroom door opening. I hurried to let the dogs out and get in there before she’d settled into her chair at the table (it’s almost impossible to get her up once she’s sat down).
“Good morning, Baby Girl!”
“Did you change your Depends?”
“No, I will later.”
“No! Always first thing! Every morning, when you get up, go change your Depends, first thing!”
“Okay, I’ll do it now.”
She clomped her walker around and headed back to the bathroom.
I was about to write that the rest of the morning’s routine proceeded without a hitch, but I just realized that her ride has come, she’s gone, and I totally forgot about checking her socks.
Not The Roommate I Expected 