D-Missus got a full day away from the kids yesterday. Sort of a pre-mother’s day treat.
Then today she got a sleep in.

The youngest and I made her some breakfast for in-bed, but she got up two minutes before we’d finished.

She has a little high-paid cleaning job she does on Sundays, so I did it for her while she kicked a football around with the kids.

When we got back, I did the washing, cleaned the bathrooms, folded the washing, made dinner, put the washing away, did the dishes, etc. You know, anything in order to give her a day off.

Then I realised.
The fucking kids should have been doing all that shit, not me!
She’s not my mother!

Bah. Maybe next year they’ll be old enough.

My mother lives in another city, so I wasn’t driving there to make breakfast for her.

But she did get a phone call.

And I designed her a business card. Free of charge, even.