My Mom is a total slacker. She took a whole week vacation from my blog without telling anyone. And you know what she's been doing? Boring stuff. Grading final exams. Getting ready for another class. Cooking. Cleaning. Nothing really important. She's all mixed up about what's important and what is not.
What's not important: sleeping, doing anything that involves my baby sister (who I think can pretty much take care of herself by this point), reading any book without pictures, taking showers, and talking on the phone. When I catch my Mom doing any of these things, I have to pester her until she stops.
What's important: sharpening pencils, watching Myth Busters, "getting ready for when Jesus comes by moving furniture around in the family room," eating Gogurts, and talking non-stop about the laptop that Grandma has to buy me even though Mom says she will NOT let me call Grandma and tell her that she has to buy it for me.
It is also important to give people advice. Especially my Mom. She needs someone to tell her what to do with her life. When I found this picture in the photo albums, here's what I said:
Me: That's a pretty dress. You should wear it to church someday.
Mom: It's my wedding dress, Gabie. People don't wear their wedding dresses to church.
Me: Then you should just wear it around the house.
Mom: Sure, but there's no way I would fit into it anymore. I've gained a few pounds since that picture was taken.
Me: Then you have to go on a diet.
Mom: Yeah, thanks for the idea.
Me: You should start today. You have a lot of work to do.
My Mom has no idea how lucky she is to have me around.