ou've probably heard it said that taking care of your parents is a lot like taking care of children. Of course you've heard it said--I say it all the time!Tonight, I had to send Mom to bed.
They brought one of the barn kittens into the house after getting him neutered and declawed. Kitten is sweet. He loves to sit on laps, climb on shoulders, and I think he's really good for Mom and Dad. Mom actually sits down a lot more now than she did before!
But, at nighttime, he's not good for Mom. She walks around pushing chairs under the table to keep him from getting up there. (If he wanted to get up there, he would just jump.) She doesn't remember that he's a nocturnal creature. (He's not likely to go to sleep at night.) And she doesn't want to go to bed until he's settled. (Why? I just don't get it!)
She's like a kid asking for the proverbial glass of water to avoid going to bed!
Tonight, I could hear her still moving things around almost an hour after I'd dressed her for bed. I went upstairs and, like she was a little girl instead of my mother, told her in no uncertain terms that she needed to go to bed!
She wasn't happy about it, but she went.
Goodnight, Momma. I love you!
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