When mom goes away . . . .
Nov. 7, 2009 5:04 am
Updated: Nov. 7, 2009 6:44 pm
Wonderful retreat! The best weather you could ask for! Fabulous friendship, fellowship & fun.
Why is it when mom goes away things fall apart? I can feel the love in the dog poop on my bedroom carpet & her tinkle in Jordan’s bed. Do the other inhabitants of this house not know that I put her in the laundry room when I leave? Did I forget that important part of my instructions before leaving?
Not to mention getting an important text while at the retreat . . . . . “mom, where is my spare car key”, “why on my keychain honey, in my purse” . . . “I’ve locked my keys in my car up here at the rec center. . . . please bring it to me” . . . “Son, did I fail to mention that my purse & I are pretty close to the Oklahoma border? I’m pretty sure I told everyone that last night”! “Did I also forget to mention I came up here in the church van, with 8 other people?” . . . .
So weird, the one time he locks his keys in his car, I’m far from home. And, the dogs been potty trained for many months now.
Wow, I feel SO needed & loved!
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