It’s 9:15 and my daughter is still in bed. My son got up awhile ago and gave his Mother her card (that I picked out) and wrote “Let my ranting forever be loved as much as thou loves me lol.” Last year he came out of his room at about 9:15 wearing only underwear, scratched himself ala Reggie Jackson in the batter’s box, muttered “Happy Mother’s Day” and proceeded into the kitchen where he spilled chocolate milk in the fridge before stumbling back to bed.
She doesn’t do it for the wages and she doesn’t do it for the fringe benefits and God knows she doesn’t do it because she gets to sleep with me.
I think I married better than she did. Happy Mother’s Day.