At least it's better than the time when my mother stayed with one of her school friends who contracted polio as a child, which left her in a wheelchair with nothing more than limited mobility with her arms. Mary's parents had gone away, so Mother Dearest was in charge.
Mary rang the bell she had in her bedroom in the night as she needed the loo. Mum took her, then made the mistake of going back to bed to keep warm as it was a rather chilly night.
The following morning, she woke to the faint and rather desperate sound of Mary's voice from the bathroom where she had been stuck all night, unable to get to her wheelchair.
Never again was Mum left in sole charge.