tired posts aren't anywhere near as fun as drunk posts

If the time stamp on this entry is correct, you'll see that I'm writing this at ten til 3. AM.

I just got back from my parents' house. Dad fell out of bed trying to get to the bathroom. Mom called a neighbor who helped her get him up (bless them; am dropping by a thank you card in the morning) and after dad messed up the bed, I brought underbed pads etc.

You'd think changing diapers for 3 years would make me immune to the smell of poo. I gotta say, 85 yr old man poo smells a lot different than toddler poo. Yikes.

Anyway, I'm just now beginning to get a taste of what it's going to be like to have elderly parents and be an only child. I've been worried about it for years, but I don't think I was prepared.

I'm now wondering how much that house down the street is listed at.

Sleepy time now. Must get myself more in order in the morning.