There I was, sick in bed with a fever on a Saturday night, while my perfectly healthy husband and kids watched River Monsters downstairs.
“Moooooooooooom!” my youngest shouted to the far reaches of the vaulted ceiling. “Can you get me a glass of milk?”
Seriously, child? Your dad is right there. As in, three inches away from you. As in, fully capable of helping you and might I add, fever-free.
Of course my husband poured the milk, but this kind of “Moooooooooooom!” thing happens all the time.
Don’t feel good? Tell Mom.
Someone’s being mean to you? Tell Mom.
Need a snack? Tell Mom.
Missing a shoe? Tell Mom.
Mom will fix it, get it, and find it — just like she always does. [Read more…]