because I feel like an ungrateful daughter. I am tired of changing my Mom's adult diaper. Since I never married and had my own child, changing diapers is a novelty. Yes, I have learned to do it well, and even take pride in my expertise. That does not change the fact that I am tired of seeing Mom's excrement three or four times a day.
OK, I know she had to change my diaper for two plus years--more like three, but Mom lost her sense of smell as a little girl. That's beside the point: I am doing for Mom what she had to do for me. I'm not such a meglomaniac that I think my diapers smelled like May's lilac bushes or the first roses of June.
It is what it is, or as they used to sing "que sera sera".
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