“Is it eight at night?” mom just asked me over the phone.
“No,” I replied. “It is eight in the morning, mom.”
“I was afraid to ask your father because he would think I was taking Xanax. I swear I haven’t had any other than my three before bed.”
“You don’t have to explain to me,” I replied kindly.
“I’ve got to go to Wal-Mart this morning to get your powdered drinks and some panties. Will you drive?”
“Oh joy!” I thought. This was the perfect opportunity to get my computer related stuff I need.
“I will pick you up at nine. Be sure to do your hair and put on some makeup, okay?”
“Okay,” mom replied and hung up the phone.
I am glad mom had the forethought to realize she couldn’t drive today. I will most likely have to take her to her hair appointment at eleven as well. I don’t mind. It will be good spending some time with her. Mom sounded in good spirits despite feeling confused.