Shelley: Morning Matt. It’s almost 10:00.
Matt: Huh?
Shelley: Here’s your folded laundry. Need anything else washed?
Matt: Thanks mom. I think I’m good.
Shelley: Don’t you have a shirt for me to mend?
Matt: Yawn. Just give me 20 more minutes. I’m still on vacation.
Shelley: No worries. I’ll start breakfast when I hear you moving around. How’s that?
Matt: MMmmmppphhhhh….
Shelley: Whhhoeeeee! You must be sweating to death, it’s sooo hot in here. Hang on, I’ll open your window.
Matt: I’m not hot, mom. If I was, I would open the window. 20 minutes, OK?
Shelley: OK. Tell you what, you go back to sleep and I’ll tidy up in here. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse. You won’t even hear me. Not a sound. Not even a whisper of a sound. Did a bomb hit this room? Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Matt: Mom.
Shelley: Sorry. Sorry.
Matt: Mom, you know I can do these things myself. I do live all my own and survive just fine.
Shelley: I know. I know. But I’m your mother and I don’t get the chance to fuss over you very often.
Matt: I’ve been here off and on for almost two months.
Shelley: That’s true, but in less than a week you’ll be gone and I won’t see you until Christmas. Besides, if you think about it, you should be the one looking after me.
Matt: Mom, you hardly need looking after.
Shelley: Of course I do. Dad always looks after me. He brings me tea in bed and makes me chocolate chips muffins, and does the laundry, and goes grocery shopping, and puts gas in the car and checks for horrible spiky black whiskers on my upper lip because that’s what happens when you go through menopause and you start slowly coming off your crazy pills, you get horrible spiky black whiskers sprouting on your upper lip.
Matt: Euhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Shelley: Exactly.
Matt:…
Shelley:…
Matt: Sigh. Let me look… There’s nothing there.
Shelley: Of course not. I pluck them out as soon as I see the little buggers.
Matt: Oh my God! 20 minutes and no more mothering! Please. I love you.
Shelley: You’re right. You’re right. You’re an adult for God’s sake. I had two babies by the time I was 28. No more fussing.
Matt: Thank you.
Shelley:…
Matt:…
Shelley: Would you like a fresh orange with your breakfast?
Matt: Can you peel it and break it down into tiny sections the way I like it?
Awe…Shelley you are such a mother.
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I will probably win the mother of the year award.. Right???
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OMG Shelley! How did you get a picture of my 19 year old son’s room???? It looks eerie similar but my son’s is messier. 🙂 I am the same way! Mothering, mothering, nagging, mothering. But they love it, as annoying as we are. My mustache has always been a problem even though I haven’t gone through menopause! Oh no, are the whiskers going to get worse then?
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And that was after he had cleaned it up the day before! Whiskers??? On your upper lip, and toes. TOES!!! It’s not pretty. Menopause is not for the weak.
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Awesome! He still needed his mama after all! Awwwww 🙂
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Exactly! And for the record I set up his fishing pole too! 🙂
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What I thought I was his mother????!!!!
@Shelley: I get what you’re saying/feeling…xoxo Toni
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Of course you’re his mother. It takes a village Toni. A village.
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That was the perfect ending to a very familiar scene!
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For all the mothers out there, this one is for you is what the byline should have been? 🙂
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LOL !!!!
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Right? He was so excited when Andrew and John joined us. His comment, “And this is what it was it was like for a week with just mom and me.” Cheeky!
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Lol sounds like my mom. Cool post 🙂
following your blog
stop by!
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Am thinking most moms are like this, and most sons are like Matt! Thanks for the follow. Have just dropped by your blog. Wow!
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We moms are all alike. Am thinking all sons are all alike??? Thanks so much for following “Honey.” Dropped by yours. Wow!
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Please accept http://thereviewsister.wordpress.com/2013/08/15/yay-i-have-been-nominated/
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Thank you so much for nominating me for the awards. I have been previously nominated for “The Versatile Award” so I don’t think I can accept it twice, but I do appreciate you thinking of me.
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haha! Okay,
What. about the WordPress family award?
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Now that one I definitely can. Thanks. Am thinking about how to make a clever blog about it. Can you see the smoke coming out of my ears???
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LOL!
Just a little;)
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A little works. Thanks for reading! 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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OMG…you’re like my twin! Sounds like a convo between my son and me. Too funny!!!!
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Thank you. I speak for all the moms out there. Sons let us mother you, no matter how old you are. 🙂 I think we could pass as twins. Definitely.
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