Some mom’s get flowers, cards and brunch for mother’s day . Me, I get a bed that has been made and a Sunday free from driving. The bed making is a double gift because it eases my maternal concern something dire was wrong with my eldest son’s motor coordination.

Too bad Beav’s room looks like it was tossed by the DEA, La Familia and perhaps a jealous stalker. I hope they found what they were looking for because at this point I’m not sure Beav isn’t buried under the pile of laundry which may or may not be clean. Surely by now he would have text messaged me because he needed a ride somewhere.