Dear Kid,
Have you ever had one of those days when you get to the end(ish) of the day and you say to yourself, “Well, I didn’t do that very well.”
For example (completely hypothetically), if on a Sunday you slept late (which you needed very badly), then you dawdled over coffee and the Sunday paper (which you enjoyed very much), then you got a teeny bit done on the family taxes but decided a much better use of your time would be to catch up on the last three episodes of the first season of The Blacklist, after which you spent some time with the GirlChild until it was time to leave for the 7:30pm soccer game which ended up starting late, and you realized that not only have you not written Monday’s blog, you have Work that has be done before the end of day.
Hypothetically, of course.
It might occur to you that you really should have done things differently.
And, still hypothetically, you hear—in the wee recesses of your brain—the echoes of your mother saying “I mentioned you might want to get your work done before you watched Netflix.”
It’s one of those things where if it were your mother actually talking to you, you’d have been obligated to roll your eyes and get into a huff.
But since it’s the echo of mom-ness and you did the conjuring of the echo, all you can do is agree. And sigh.
Hypothetically speaking of course.
Not that either you or I would ever do that.
Love, Mom
P.S. I have to go finish my Work now.
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