Sounds like a scene from a dramatic movie taking a stand against feminism. But no it was my mom asking me, "how long does it take to get a bowl?!" With every bit tone her voice, and the looks of audacity to be waiting so long. I mean I had already served her a salad on a salad plate, but for some odd reason... The salad needed to be reassembled in a bowl to be eaten. Never mind the fact that I had just gotten off work and was coming down with a cold fast. Oh and never mind the other fact: that the only reason why she was waiting, was because I was in the bathroom. Oh and it wasn't number one, it was both! So yes, that may have taken quite a bit of time to wait for a bowl... And for that I am sorry, I will try to speed up my bowels for you next time I'm on the pot.
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I'd recommend practicing saying "rheum sore-bees" (that's "room service" with a phony accent) and trying to get a laugh out of her if she's still got a sense of humor at all. or maybe threaten to buy her a gong like the Addams family and answer "YOU RANG?" like Lurch if you can imitate the deep voice.
My mother (dementia) no longer has any sense of time. "I thought you were going to bring me tea!?" "Yes, Mother, the water has to boil first. It will be just a few more minutes." She really couldn't tell whether a half an hour had gone by or 30 seconds. Knowing that didn't enable me to get the water boiling faster, but it helped me not be so impatient with her impatience.
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