Today was the first day we had a bath aide come and help tidy mom up. Her name is Andrea, and what a Godsend she is. She fussed over mom and treated her like a queen. The end result is mom is clean and was calm the entire time. Hair, nails, toes, nooks and crannies, all of it.
Until today, poor Dad has had to try and shower with her at the same time in a tiny bathroom and tub built in the 70s. The two of them would shower together and try not to fall. I held my breath every time. But Dad is a guy, and showers are no-nonsense, get the job done. He uses a bar of soap for everything.
Andrea is in the other room singing to her, Mom is talking back in her own way, and laughing. I love it.