- Taking Care of Mom, by Timmy

Somebody has to take care of Mom. My days are very, very busy. I will show you some pictures here so you can see what I'm talking about.

 

So it all starts at sunup - I look outside and see it's morning, which is a cue to jump on top of her and wake her up (she thinks it's because I'm hungry, but it's really for her own good - I don't like lazy humans.)

I warm up the seat for her . . . 

She goes to the bathroom but she doesn't like it if I watch, so I try to keep an eye on her from outside . . .

I put the thingy in the shower so her hair doesn't clog the drain (but her hair has mostly fallen out, now . . . )

I make sure the water is the right temperature so she can brush her teeth when she gets outta the shower.

I help her take her glasses off. People shouldn't brush their teeth with their glasses on.

Breakfast time. I watch what she eats.

After breakfast . . . a scalp massage. She likes this a lot.

Here I am, helping her read.

  

If there's something important she's missed, I point it out.

I help her do this blog . . .

. . . we have a nap . . .

I put on my nightcap . . .

And it's time for bed.

The End.

By Timmy.


(Thank you, Timmy. Love, Mom)