Some days Mom wakes up in a stern and austere mood. I soon realize that nothing I do for her today is going to go over well. If that wicked scowl didn’t send me the message of her mood, her tone of voice certainly did leaving the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. It seems she woke up from the curse of Maleficent and if that were not enough, she projects the deepest commando man voice I ever heard. A bass voice that literally shakes me to my core. How could this earth-shattering voice possibly come out of this 5ft 2inch little woman's body?
Breakfast is usually served by 10:00 AM This particular day, the clock strikes 10:01 AM, I hear Mom snatch open her bedroom door and scurry toward the kitchen saying, "Am I going to have breakfast today?" in that all too familiar commando tone. Mind you, just a few weeks ago, before she came to live with me, by her own choice, she not only ate once a day at precisely 2:00 PM, but some days she preferred to just snack. Now I'm the short-order cook to whom she will gladly let know when something is not quite to her liking - and please, never be late serving her meal. It took everything in me not to reply, “No, Ma’am. We’re fasting today.” But, I swallowed that retort and meekly served her breakfast.
My favorite request is when she smiles and kindly asks, "Do you have something I can nibble on?" Yes, we must keep 'Miss Nibbler' satisfied. That means keeping ample amounts of corn chips, cookies, and ice cream handy. I don't mind. Whatever keeps her
happy is fine with me.
