So, this happened a while ago. 6AM, the phone rings – it's my mom, calling from the retirement home.
Me: Wh … what happened? :neofox_0_0:
My Mom: Oh no, did I wake you? :neomouse_sad:
Me: Mom, I don't work in construction or waste disposal, OF COURSE you did wake me. What's the matter? :neofox_woozy:
My Mom: Oh my. Well I just thought of some things you get from my old apartment, since the apartment handover is today. :neomouse_think:
Me: No … the *preliminary* date is … in 2 days. At noon." :neofox_drowsy:
My Mom: Gosh, I'm sorry. Got this confused somehow. :neomouse_sad:
Me: Don't worry about it. Anyway, I can write stuff down, tell me. :neofox_woozy:
My Mom: Nooo, I'm so sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep, we can talk later, that's just as good. :neomouse_uwu:
Me (knowing I won't be going back to sleep now but being too tired to argue): Um, ok. Until then. Enjoy yourself, do something nice. :neofox__w_:
My Mom: Oh, I'm not doing anything except going back to sleep, it's far too early to do stuff, it's practically the middle of the night. :neomouse_laugh: Talk to you soon.
Me: :neofox_what:

So, yeah, in case if anyone wondered if she recovered from the ordeal earlier this year. She did. Boy did she.