Love is . . .
Yesterday morning by 10:30, my four children were quite successfully carrying out the Tuesday version of their Well-Laid Plan to Make Mom Crazy. They got out of bed especially early to get a head start, seeing as how their time is very limited now. School starting tomorrow and all.
Rob came inside from mowing the lawn to find me in the kitchen mentally tearing my hair out. He stopped whistling.
My voice barely a whisper through my clinched teeth, I said to him, “You had seriously better do something to thwart those children’s efforts to send me off the deep end over the next forty-eight hours.”
Rob’s face turned very serious and he slowly lifted a finger and pointed to our gray tabby cat Pete, who was asleep in the sun on the dining room table. His own voice a whisper too now, Rob said, “My Enforcer will take care of everything.”
