Sunday, May 9, 2010
My husband and I often remark how complicated adult life is. Who can remember to fix the rear break light, return permission slips, pay the gardener, file taxes (or a 2010 extension), floss...?
After scheduling a sought after appointment for Henry months ago, guess which over-extended family forgot to show up? After considering tattooing upcoming appointments on my wrist, I did what one does when one needs to be fooled into the idea that one is in control. I developed a Dewey Decimal system of Henry's medical records in an accordion file.
But thankfully, today is Mother's Day. A day when crayons and crepe paper are all that's needed to make a woman believe she is loved. So simplicity is de rigueur.
The best gift I got came yesterday. It was the first time I've ever heard Henry put two words together. He ran into my room and came close to my face while I was sleeping.
Posted by The Closet Idealist at 10:31 PM