Wurra, wurra...

Something kept telling me to get up early this morning... not that I wanted to get out of that warm bed next to DH. But when I got downstairs and looked in Mother's bedroom, she wasn't there. Eek! She was sitting in the WC in the bathroom trying to get up her nerve to stand up and get on the potty. (She just doesn't seem to like? or want to use the bedside commode. Doesn't like the idea that we have to empty it - but we have liners to it's just cinch and throw. No problem.) Anyway, I helped her, she patted me her thanks (can't hear a thing w/o the aids in) and I urged her to go back to bed. She did, thank goodness. All so stressful...