Friday, June 21, 2013

She Saves Me

I love it when my mother comes to visit because she loves my kids more than life itself and she rarely grows tired of their ridiculous games and incessant questions.


She shows how to do fun stuff like plant flowers, transplant bushes, dig up worms, and have water fights.

I hate it when my mother comes because my children commence the forlorn wailing from the second she leaves.  "I waannnnntttt Grrrannnnnnddddmmaaaaaaa!!!!!!"


I love it when my mother visits because she brings OREOs.

I hate it when my mother visits because she brings OREOs. 


I love it when my mother visits because she doesn't care if she gets wet when she runs out in the downpour to rescue my trash can or plant just "one more flower." 

Little does she know, she rescues me too.  Every time she comes to stay for a couple days while Evan is gone, she saves me.  I can still go to work, which saves my budget.  And I get a little break from the kids, which saves my sanity.

And her company is pretty great too. 

Thanks, Mom.  You're the best.

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