Let's just say I'm on the third load of laundry, sheets, towels, undies, nighties; and that's after cleaning Mom up in the shower, getting the solid stuff off the floor, cleaning the carpet (thank you Bissell hand-held cleaner and peroxide and white vinegar), making some brunch.
Mom has no idea of what happened.
No idea of where the messes were.
No idea of how to clean it up.
She's blank, but a smiling blank today.
Diapers won't help, she'll just take them off.