I still having trouble believing that this really happened.  Forgive me if this story jumps around a lot.  There are some “backstories” within my little drama.  And it is all true.  My mother had a pacemaker put in.  Because I was on summer vacation, I was able to be with my mom when she had her operation.  I stayed in the hospital with her and then went to her house for the days following her procedure.

The day before we were to see the doctor  for a follow up appointment, I said to my mom, “Why don’t we get your bath now? Then we will have time to relax before dinner.”  So, we began to get ready.

First, let’s rewind to earlier in the day.  My brother was at the house and he was getting my mom’s cable fixed.  I took the opportunity to go home and get some clothes and a few other things while he was there with mom.  When I came back, my brother was still with the cable guy in her kitchen and my mom was sitting in the living room.  I walked into the living room and set my stuff down on the couch.  I left them there.

After my brother left, we went back into the kitchen. We decided to do her bath.  My mom took off her “button”, (the one you wear around your neck or wrist in case you need help when you are older and living alone, like my mom.)  “Where should I put it?” she asked.  Silly me, I answered, “Why don’t you just leave it here?”  Remember this.  I told her to leave it in the kitchen.

She got undressed and went into the bathroom with me.  She wasn’t supposed to wash the spot where the pacemaker was, but water could run over it from her back.  So I was there to help with the sprayer and make sure she was safe. She was sitting in the shower chair and I was trying to pick up the sprayer and told her to drop it.  When she did, it landed so that it sprayed up in the air directly at me.  My pants were soaked and we were laughing really hard.  I had to take off my pants and put them in the bedroom next to the bathroom.  Then I went back into the bathroom and closed the door.

After her bath, I helped my mom get out of the tub.  We were still laughing as we often do when we are together.  After she dried off I went to the door and turned the knob.  It didn’t open, so I tried again, and again, and again.  We just looked at each other and laughed.  I hadn’t locked the door.  Even if I had, it locks and unlocks from the inside.  So I tried again.

Needless-to-say, I tried again, and again and again and again.  We were laughing even harder now.  I had jokingly said to her during the bath, “Well, now we will have a funny story to tell!” after the sprayer had soaked my pants.  Now, here I was standing in the bathroom with only a shirt and underwear on.  And my poor mom was standing there naked.

To be continued…………