Christmas Eve

Had Aaron, Alex, grandkids, and my mother over for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner. My mother “forgot” that we exchange Christmas gifts, which we've done every year of my entire life. 

She managed to use the bathroom once during the evening, but smelled very bad by the time Dale and Aaron took her home. Aaron helped her to the door, but was overwhelmed by the odor emanating from the interior of her home. The smell of urine and rotting food is unbelievable. 

She still has that cleaning crew coming twice a week. They keep telling us that she won't let them do anything other than shred paper and drive her around shopping.