Monday, May 11, 2009
Gloating-Sorry, I HAVE to.
I rarely am ever praised, ESPECIALLY by the boys. I know my kids love me, but they love me, like I loved my mom, when I was their age. They love me when they call and I can throw 50 bucks into their account so they can eat. They love me when they come home and plop 2 garbage bags of laundry in front of the washer, then go to sleep, and when they wake up it is washed, dried, folded and rebagged to transport back to get dirty again. They love me when they open the fridge door and there is sloppy joe in there and also buns in the house. Likes like the trifecta…or dufecta I guess. But this morning, I opened my e-mail and had the following letter from S2, and you know, it makes washing all those stinky socks worth it. Hello mother...I'm sorry I was a bad son on mothers day :( I know I should have gotten you a card or something, but you know I appreciate you regardless! :) Thank you for all the things you do every day to make my life easier, even when I don't ask you to. You do them without thinking, and that's why I can safely say you are the best mother in the world :) This technically should be in a card, given to you this morning with breakfast in bed, but in order to do that I would have to get up around 5am. With as busy as I have been, being up as late as I have, that was slightly out of the question. :) You work hard every day in everything you do, and whether I acknowledge it at the time or not, it doesn't go unnoticed. Thank you for everything all the time! If i said it every time you deserved a thanks, I would have to say it constantly. So you'll just have to take my word for it that I always appreciate you, verbalized or not. I love you mommy, don't forget it! :) I'll be home in a few days for THREE MONTHS! Lucky you :) -Love &*^%$ He doesn't realize it now, but that note is better than any bagel in bed.