So yesterday was a great busy day.  Got up Biggie, peed on the new deck in the back yard-Daisy got her tie down wrapped around a pipe, Cole pooped a lincoln log next to the cat box and dad was digging feces from his booty and wiping it on his bed rails.  Sheesh all before 7:30 shoulda gone back to bed at that point.  Cleaned all messes up, gave dad his meds, took blood sugar, made him his breakfast.  Proceded to run around the next hour like a chicken with her head cut off, Kathy our cna came.  We put dad on his comode and I asked him if he had a name for me today, and his answer-"Misfit!" How glorious a day! He called Kathy and my husband Ron, "fart heads" and to top this best day ever off, when I said I love you to him when I got him tucked in, he said----" I love you!" not once but twice and clearly!