But I wanted to do it early, also, so that Mama would have me around during the day. Tomorrow is one of her all-day-at-the-Church days for various catechesis and faith formation, so we won’t see much of her before we go to Mass in the evening.
I’m not sure if I have more shoes than Mama – but it’s gotta be close. Hmmm… There’s something wrong with that. Gonna get me a Marco Rubio complex…
Laundry is a special kind of Hell. I think perhaps Jesus must have gone and done the Apostles’ laundry during those three days. There can be no worse Hell of the Seven I know about!
My duties can be anywhere from nothing to everything, depending on what Mama needs or finds out she needs. She goes to work at lunchtime and doesn’t get home until I bring her and The Boyz home usually well after 8:00 PM.
So – while trying to be delicate here – I don’t think that the personal space I share with Mama needs to be relegated singularly to my razors and extra deodorant.
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