What A Day

Yesterday ~ what a day!  Makes you wonder how one day can be more than the other, doesn't it?

It was Jim's birthday and Lori was doing the cooking and bringing all the food over here. That is very nice so all we do is straighten up and set up and clean.  Not a bad gig.

Cupid is settling in and a reminder to anyone who wants a puppy.  8 week old puppy teeth are SHARP!!!!! He was tugging on a sock I was wearing and I had to put on shoes! 

Such a cute face ~ such sharp teeth!

Cupid is determined to get the big dogs to pay attention to him.

Playtime.

So, dinner went well.  We had all of Jim's favorites ~ meatloaf, twice baked potatoes, carrot cake ~ all delicious!  All of us were there, except for Nana, who felt like she had a cold and stayed home.

Then the witching hour.

Amy and the puppy go to bed.  I sit up to wait to get Mom into bed.  I go in at 10 pm and she is sitting up looking at her ipad.  I have her pills and ginger ale  (she had given up alcohol until the antibiotics are done) and she says she isn't ready to go to bed, but she is ok.

I fall for it and go to bed because I am tired.

I wake up because Amy is yelling from downstairs that Mom has fallen.  I said that I hadn't heard her yelling and Amy says that is because Mom called Jim on the telephone to tell HIM that she had fallen and CAN'T get me or Amy.

I get up and go downstairs and sure enough, she is sitting on her floor.  She said she had a small cut on her knee that she was able to get a band aid on, but she couldn't get up. I wonder how long she was on the floor.  I look to see what time it is, and it is 11:30pm.  The witching hour.

Amy and I got her up and in bed.

While I was lying there awake in the dark, I thought of things to do today.  I have decided to take apart Mom's bed and take the frame off and have the box springs on the floor.  Then, I am going to move the computer table and her chair and place her closer to the bathroom. Amy agrees, so we will see if this helps.

I don't know why mom called Jim and not Amy.  I don't know where the alarm device is that Amy bought Mom (I know it is not with her little red wallet, because Amy has that)!  

So, Happy Birthday Jim!  Our pain is now your pain.  I wonder who Mom would have called if she hadn't gotten Jim?  911, old friends in other states? 

Happy Monday everyone! It can only get better ~ I hope.
Love,
Leslie 

PS ~ I just wrangled Mom's bed.  Amy helped take apart the frame.  The bed is MUCH lower with just the box springs and mattress.  I am exhausted.