It has been a completely uneventful day. I've had a slight toothache and ran by mom's to get some Tylenol. Helen was in the kitchen ironing dad's shirts. She made a big fuss over seeing me and I told her how much I enjoyed the roast she cooked Friday for me.
Mom was in the bed still in her pajamas when I walked back to her bedroom. It was well after noon.
"You going to sleep all day?" I asked in jest.
"I am dreading going to see mother at the nursing home this afternoon," mom replied.
I laughed and I shouldn't have, but my mom and her mother are like oil and water.
"Will you go with me?" mom then asked, pleading, putting me on the spot.
"Uhhh. Errr," I stuttered. "I think I am having a panic attack."
Momma rolled her eyes and pulled the covers back over her head. I laughed and laughed and then finally kissed her on the cheek and told her good luck.