And one more thing................

I have a friend, who told me,many years ago when she was planning her son's Bar Mitzvah about that "one more thing". I think I remember the story correctly:she was saying all the different decisions that she had made and thought she had handled calmly and well. All the little stuff, the invitations, the wording, the table cloth color,the napkin colors, the centerpiece, the table placements, the clothing,down to the yarmulkes(the beanie like hat that Jews wear into synagogue). The last question, what color the yarmulkes needed to be sent her over the abyss.

I was thinking about this last night. All day I do my best. Responding to "I gotta go", to answering the same question numerous times,and trying to be as kind and patient as I can be. Last night after a particularly bad evening in the bathroom, Mom got into bed (I undress her, put on her gown and help lift her legs into the bed). After I straighten the lambskin(bedsore protection) and the bed pad(wetness protection) so there are no wrinkles in them, she decided to lay on her side because her back hurt. So position changed with appropriate pillow props. She was too close to edge of bed....changing again. All settled in. Just as I am leaving the room...."wait a minute, I need kleenex. I need to blow my nose." And it is that one last thing....that almost gets me...but deep breathes and the Serenity prayer, that is my saving grace.

And could anyone really be mad at tiny lady that sleeps with a stuffed kitty?