I've apologized and I've waxed somewhat poetic and through it all, I've tried to be completely honest about my hand in the plot to drive my mother insane. Oh, she did get me back for some of my shenanigans, although it may have taken a …
I've apologized and I've waxed somewhat poetic and through it all, I've tried to be completely honest about my hand in the plotto drive my mother insane.
my mother's constant state of being after motherhood
Oh, she did get me back for some of my shenanigans, although it may have taken a few years… but her curse worked. Worked very well, indeed.
Despite our childish antics — and indeed, those that have continued into our adulthood, my mother has loved us through it all, my older brother and me. And you know, I don't think it's because she had to. I think she just liked us. Still does, apparently. I can tell. I'm just not sure why.
Motherhood is the only job where your subordinates can do everything in their power to undermine you, yet you still excel in your career… still have a passion for your work… still have pride in your venture. If that's the case, then my mother deserves some kind of service award. What will she get on Mother's Day? Us. She gets us. Maybe cake. Definitely a houseful of love.
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