No matter what Mike or I said, we could not convince Muddear that she was at home. She waited...and waited... and waited... and waited for me to take her home. As the night wore on and our patience wore thin, Muddear called me continuously into her room questioning her whereabouts. Not only was Muddear confused she was aggravated beyond belief. It was obvious Muddear thought we were lying - the truth only existed within her mind, therefore Muddear rejected anything we said that did not agree with that truth.
All night long, Muddear turned the hall and bathroom lights off and on. She opened and closed doors - her bedroom door, Mariah's bedroom door, the hall closet door even little Mike's. Numerous times she wheeled herself into my bedroom. About 2:00 a.m. I found Muddear in the hallway pushing her own wheelchair! Terrified that she would fall, I ran to Muddear's rescue only to realize that she at least had the wherewithall to put on the brakes. Thank goodness!
By 4:00 a.m. I was exhausted and nearing insanity when Muddear rolled into my bedroom again. "Mike? Mike? Are you in here? Nikki? Where are you?" Mike whispered to me, "shh... don't answer. Maybe she'll think we are sleep and go back into her room." Eventually Muddear stopped calling us and gratefully, I fell asleep. Shortly after, I heard the horrific sound...
Muddear was urinating on my bedroom floor! At 6:00 a.m. I was on my hands and knees cleaning the carpet. Help!