Super Mom

My mom flew into town late last night... and, boy, are her arms tired.  Ba-Dum-TSH.  

 

Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by a terrible joke, my mom flew into town late last night, but she wasn't able to thoroughly survey our property upon arrival.  It was dark, the kids were asleep, and she was weary from traveling.  However, by 8 a.m. this morning, she'd inspected the house and yard and worked up a three pronged proposal.  I skipped the Power Point presentation.

She saw boxes of unhung pictures in the office and decided they should be hung.  

"But the walls are concrete," I protested.  "We need someone from the consulate to come out and drill holes."  So Mom knocked on all the walls until she found drywall.  We'll be hanging pictures soon.

She cleaned Andrew's guacamole off a chair and decided they should be reupholstered.  "Wouldn't it be fun to get some scotch guard material and recover these chairs?" she asked enthusiastically.  I'll be buying fabric and industrial strength glue tomorrow. 

She took the boys outside to play and discovered the overgrown bushes.  I told her I was thinking of hiring someone to take care of that.

"You don't have that much going on that you need to hire someone," she said.  She meant there wasn't so much gardening to do that we couldn't handle it ourselves.  At least that's how she explained herself as she started wrenching weeds from the ground with her bare hands.

"I can't just sit around here for two weeks doing nothing," Mom said.  And then she went outside and jumped rope barefoot on the concrete with the boys.  

I'm not sure I can keep up with my mom for two weeks.  Wish me luck.