“Memories” by Barbra Streisand
“But it’s the smells, we will remember, whenever we remember, the way we were.”Am i right??!!? The body odor, yes I give her showers, slather on deodorant, change clothes daily. The oral hygiene, yes she brushes her teeth. The pull up pants, changed twice a day.
The bucket to the commode, yes, lined, with a Febreeze liner that makes me gag when the odors combine. The mess in the pants when you have to immediately roll them into the shower. And then that hole in the seat so you can get under there with the hand-held up close and personal!Its all too much sometimes.
Room is filled with orange-scented diffusers.
Those Christmas pine cones are now out that smell like spice and cinnamon. I can bring home a truck load. Wash my hands a thousand times a day.
Sometimes it just feels like I’m holding my breath until I can get outdoors and breathe.