Pampering

I took Mom to get a perm a few weeks ago and now it is time to get a haircut.  Every time she walks by the mirror in the bathroom she lets me know that she needs it cut.  This started before all the snow and we were unable to get out for two weeks.  As soon as I could I made her a hair appointment.  While I was at it I decided to go ahead and schedule a manicure and a pedicure.  I have a great friend that does my hair and I knew that she would take good care of Mom.  Her appointment was for 3pm Thursday.  We started out that morning with me trying to convince her that a shower was due.  She was not very happy with me.  Lucky for me I have a hallway that there is no way that she can get past me:)  Her shower (my Sauna) over, we had a few hours before the apt. She gets very tired from all the work involved in taking a shower and I knew she would need a good rest. I also knew that I would have to start at about 2  to get her  to the car and in it for the 20 min. ride into town, to get there by 3.  We made it.   I took her in and Jennifer got her all settled and then she told me to leave and she would call me when she was almost through.   I left.  I came back home and  went to my room, layed down and read and napped.  It was great.
When I got back to the salon I found Mom settled in the Pedi chair with both girls working on her.  Jennifer kept getting her nails done and Mom kept messing them up.  Finally Jennifer had to hold her hand to give the polish time to dry. 
Mom had a great time and talked about it all the way home.  About how she kept those girls down there laughing the whole time.  It was good for her to get out and laugh a while.  The girls even talked her into letting them put pink polish on fingers and toes.
We came back home, had dinner (which we picked up on the way home), and then it was bed time.  We got to her room and was changing into her gown, she looked at her fingers and said, "when did you put this color on my nails?"  Then she noticed her toes.  She couldn't believe her toenails had polish on them.  She had already forgotten that she had been any where.   Since we got home on Thursday , most of the time she talks about when I could of had time to paint her nails, but every once in a while she will look at her nails, laugh, and talk about having a good time with the girls down there.  Oh Well, as Cindy told me.....it's the moments and not the days that you have to think about.