Eric (last night): “Sooo…I know we’re still unpacking, but can I play golf tomorrow morning at 8am?”
Me: “Of course, that’s fine!”
Eric: “…and also at 1pm? My friend just invited me to play at his club.”
Me: “Sure babe, whatever you want!”
Eric: “You’re the best.” (rolls over, goes to sleep with smile on face)
Me: (Opens laptop. Logs golf hours to be paid back in diaper duty, on secret excel sheet created day after taking pregnancy test, to be presented to Eric during labor).
Today is Mom’s 70th birthday. She is very busy.
What I wouldn’t pay to give this guy a full-blown koala hug and never let go.
I came home to Potomac for a friend’s bridal shower this weekend.
Me (to Mom): “I’ll take a later bus back to NYC Sunday since it’s Mother’s Day.”
Mom: “Ok, but if you want a ride to the station you should go earlier. I’m golfing at noon.”
Eric (in green) just learned not to ask stupid questions.
This is why I love her, though. #toocool
Eric will be gone for 5 days at the Golf Masters. I don’t see why the details are important.
This might be a new low.
He’s not the first to suggest my baby nephew has a WASPy name, but he gets points for best delivery.
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