My plan was to rest and relax all day yesterday, but like most plans like that, it didn't happen.
I wanted to stay home and relax. We had to go to Kroger. And Home Depot. And to get gas.
At 9 last night my brother called to wish Mother a Happy Mother's Day, and I told him we were just sitting down to dinner. He was flabbergasted. We normally eat between 7 and 8. Michael was supposed to help Mother get dinner done.
Michael was not happy with that plan.I told him to start at 6. He started about 6:45.
Mother got the country fried steak cooking and tried to supervise Michael making a salad. Then she gave up, went back to her room, called me and said I would have to finish dinner.
I was sitting in my room trying to read, which meant Michael had to call up the stairs to me about 6 times, so he could make a salad. I finally gave up reading and just sat there.
Michael was asking me questions like: "Where is the feta cheese?" [he cannot find anything in the fridge]/ "What do you put in the salad besides lettuce?" [he's watched me make salad many times and Mother, who taught me, was standing right.there.beside.him.] "What do you put in the salad to make it GOOD?!" [same thing I told you a minute ago]
Finally, "WHAT ARE WE HAVING BESIDES SALAD?!"
"Bread. On the counter in front of the bread box."
"That's ALL?!"
I walked downstairs and fixed some bisquits.
We get through all that, and the call with Bruce. Michael eats two bisquits, a small piece of steak, and nothing else. He refused to touch any salad. I had chopped up a few of the mushrooms to make them smaller. I think he was insulted.
He wouldn't even eat any key lime pie.
At one point yesterday he asked me when Kids Day is, since I got an entire day all to myself. "The other 364 days a year are ALL kids days," I informed him.
This morning I discovered he hadn't taken out the garbage. He didn't unload the dishwasher. He didn't memorize the poem he was supposed to memorize.
He took two tennis balls to school so he could practice juggling. He asked me if he could make a living as a juggler.
"NO! Stay in school," I replied.
He has 9 more days of school.
Thanks be to God I put some color on my hair the other day because the GRAY IS TAKING OVER MY HEAD.
This was made around 1981. It's the only photo I know of from that time period. Mom and Dad and I were all dressed up to go out somewhere. Not sure where. The picture was made with one of those cameras where the photo pops out and you watch it develop. Those were fun cameras but the prints don't hold up too well.
I always think when I see this photo, that's why I don't look good with my hair pulled back. Then my entire head looks like an egg...
