I’ve been working a lot lately. More than is reasonable. More than is healthy. (Mom, a long weekend is coming; try not to worry.) It’s just one of those times when I need to work a lot of extra hours and some other parts of my life, (you know, those pesky extracurriculars like eating and sleeping) have to take a backseat.
But that’s not what I’m blogging about (you don’t need to be another in a long list of people hearing me whine). Today, the girl was home while I worked and she, recognizing that I’m barely coming up for air these days, surprised me by making me a very nice lunch and delivering it to my desk.
It was very sweet, and just a little bit heartbreaking.
I knew she was up to something because first, she closed the door to the basement. I could hear dishes rattling around upstairs so I figured she was getting something to eat. A few minutes later she appeared with a plate for me; a turkey and cheese sandwich, chips, cubed watermelon in a small dish, two Oreos and a Diet Coke in a glass — with ice. It was all rather adorable.
She said, “I knew you were forgetting to eat again and if I didn’t do something, you wouldn’t have lunch today.” She was right.
It’s wonderful to have a girl who knows when sometimes, her mama needs taking care of, too.