I can't think of anything worse than cleaning my brother's toilet.  As I attacked the mess, I couldn't help but remember a story my mother used to tell about how my brother peed on me shortly after he was born.  That set things to come: my brother making messes for me to clean.  He even once threw up on me after I saved him from an all night drunk when he was 16.  Ah, all part of the duty of being a protective older sister...

He's lucky to have me as his sister, however there are times when I wish he'd come over to clean my apartment for a change!

Today we visit our mother's social worker.  It's going to be weird going over her funeral plans while she is alive.  I'm okay with it, but I think Mark has a harder time dealing with it.  I just want my mom to be happy.  She's been having panic attacks in her sleep.  I have to find some ways to help her relax.