Me:  Hi Mom, whas shaking?

Mom:  The defensive driving discount on my car insurance is expiring and I need to take a class next week to keep my discount.

Me: What does that involve?

Mom:  I have to go to class for two days, and I have to be there by 9 am.  That means I have to get your father up, bathed, dressed and delivered to daycare by 8:30.

Me:  He gets up at about 6:00, what's the problem?

Mom:  He gets up to go to the bathroom, but I put him back to bed and we sleep until about 9:00.

Me:  So why not just drop his clothes over his head at 7:00 and run him over to daycare, they open at 6am right?

Mom:  ::silence::

Me:  Would you like for me to come stay Monday night so he can sleep in and you can get to class?

Mom:  Well, that would be nice but the class is two days.

Me:  How much of a discount are we talking here Mom, and what is a two day course going to cost?

Mom:  The course is $14 and it's a $24 discount.

Me:  Are you saying you net a $10 discount/year on your car insurance for a two day defensive driving course that doesn't even require you to get behind the wheel, and you really want to go?

Mom:  Yes, I really want to go.

Me:  Then I'll be there Monday night, we'll figure it out.  Are you sure you wouldn't rather let me take you to lunch, maybe to the movies?

Mom:  No, I want my discount. It will help offset the fee I just paid for my Concealed Weapon Permit renewal.  That was $38. 

Me:  ::silence::

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The 'rents are 77 years young and Daddy has the Altz, so goes to 'work' every other day at the daycare. 

Mom, the primary caregiver and a one time RN, is doing her best... and I'm backing her up whenever I can.  This is just one conversation of many we have each week and I'll be publishing more of our back and forths, as I'm not sure, some days, who has dementia -- possibly it's me.

_{*See the more recent posts continuing the conversation as the week went on...}