After the babies arrived, my mom came to stay for a few days, helped get Hazel back and forth from school, and get me back and forth from the hospital. Not only did she do those things, but she turned herself in the white tornado of a cleaning machine she is famous for and kicked some house cleaning ass: Weed wacked our yard, did eight loads of laundry, vacuumed, watered plants, mopped, cooked, cleaned, fed cats, changed bedding, you name it -- it was done. When I got home from the hospital yesterday, she had left to head back home and I walked into a shiny new home.
I almost wish last week was Mother's Day instead because she sure deserves to be celebrated. Next time you have a glass or wine or beer, please toast my mom, Judy.
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