Hi, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you. How has your day been going? Good. Did you get my package? Great! Oh, yes. I’ve been waited on hand and foot. Well, let’s see. I was awakened by Dan, Melissa and Brittany singing “Happy Mother’s Day to you” (sings it to the tune of Happy Birthday). They had my breakfast on a tray. Oh, it was delicious. Toast soaked with butter, lukewarm coffee and soggy cheerios. But it was one of the best breakfasts I’ve ever had. They also brought me the paper. Dan said he’d get the girls ready for church so I could just relax. I think I read half of a small article before Dan came to ask me where Melissa’s new pink tights were. I told him and went back to my article, for about 1 minute. Then I heard Melissa crying. I got up to find out what was going on. It seems Pudgy… yes, that’s right he’s our new little puppy. Anyway it seems Pudgy had found Melissa’s new tights and decided they were missing a few holes in them. No, they were ruined. It took a while to calm Melissa down and find her some other tights for her new outfit. Yes, she was ok. I told her I’d get her a new pair tomorrow. Then Dan told me to go back to my newspaper.
I had just found the WeekEnd Magazine when I heard Brittany demanding her breakfast. You know how a 2-year-old can be! Right, patience is not her strong suit, anyway. Dan called to me and said he could handle it so I stayed in bed, until I heard the crash. Brittany had gotten tired of waiting and tried to pour the milk herself. Almost a whole gallon/litre ended up on the floor. Oh yeah, it was a real mess. I took Brittany, and Dan cleaned it up. We finally made it to church. When I went to get Brittany after church she had chocolate all over her face, and one of the fathers had tried to wipe it off her dress. Oh yes, I put her dress in cold water as soon as we got home. No, we just had a quick lunch because everyone was hungry. Thankfully lunch went without any mishaps. I went and sat out in the yard reading while Dan put the girls down for a nap. Now Dan is making dinner. You know what a good cook he is. He’s making his specialty. That’s right – Chicken French with sautéed vegetables and creamy potato bake. Then we’re all going out for ice cream cones.
My day today reminded me of that Mother’s Day that Jimmy and I engineered for you. (Laughing) Yeah, it was one to remember, wasn’t it? Jimmy was so convincing. I really thought he knew how to hook up that new bathroom light for you. At least it was just a small fire. You and Dad were really surprised, weren’t you? (Laughing) Then the next year he wanted me to help him get you a pet. Remember that? I think Jimmy missed his calling. He should have been a salesman instead of a lawyer. Anyway, we went to see Mr. Barlowe at the Pet Shoppe. He’s the one who talked Jimmy out of getting you a pet snake. He told us to buy you some powder instead. Yes, he’s a good friend. Hey, did Dad take you out to dinner today? Good. Did Jimmy, Lindsay and the boys go too? Great. What did you order? Oh, that sounds good. So what are you doing for the rest of the day? Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt your game. I’ll let you go. I really just wanted to say Happy Mother’s Day to you and to thank you for always being there. You are the best. Say hi to Dad and everyone. I love you, Mom. (Tone turns very serious here) Listen, Mom, this is the first time I’ve ever been away from you on Mother’s Day. I really miss you. I wish we were there with all of you. Tell them I’d be there if I could. I love all of you. If it weren’t for Dan’s job taking us so far away… Uh, oh I’ve got to go. I hear the smoke alarm!
Lights out.
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