A week with my Mother as a guest

Well guest left on last Saturday. Just finished resting. Physically exhausted, and my mother is recovering from a knee replacement. We both had a great time, private quiet time to talk and share our past life experiences. We learned a great deal about each other and filled in many spaces felt during the years. I believe we both now feel closer to each other. My mother was impressed with simple details, fresh flowers, a welcome basket in her room with slippers, water, bath towels, some small gifts, eg. The cat misses her, goes in her room and screams, to call her. I find that when I walk to the end of the hallway, I expect to see her in the guess room. The house and dishes still are not washed, or cleaned. Back to the norm..