I’ve been flat~out working for 10 days now. A giant box truck parked in front of my house when I’m home, but my car 24/7 in my driveway. I’m gone by 5 am & home after 7 pm for quite awhile now.
My Mother knows this :) She can see my comings & goings from the comfort of her swanky recliner. Me & my sisters helped my parents live next door to me 10 years ago (WHY!? Yay??)
She called me 3 times today, which in fairness, I did not see until I got home tonight. When I saw the missed calls I was sure someone was in distress. There was a message...
The meat of it: “I don’t feel good. Bring me wine.” Haaaa haaa, crisis averted!
So, like a good middle daughter, I call the liquor delivery place & ordered a wine delivery to her, including tip. Call & talk with Mommy & tell her to excpect a delivery. Nitey, nite, right?
No. I hear a knock on my door. I think it’s the delivery person getting the address wrong, but it’s the delivery person...that MY MOTHER SENT BACK TO MY HOUSE TO DELIVER A HAT SHE KNITTED FOR MY ASSISTANT WITH A LOVE NOTE PLUS SPAGHETTI SAUCE!!!
Peak Mom :). You got any Peak Mom stories?