I know how much you love being at home. I know you like to eat what you want to eat when you want to eat. I know you like to rise early in the morning and get dressed, even if it means 5:30 in the morning. I know you like to pull the curtains close in the early winter evening hours and then turn on all the lamps in the living room. I know you like to wear your robe and slippers as you shuffle about your homey little environment. I know you like to run the vacuum cleaner even though there's not a speck of anything on the carpet. I know you like to have a clean kitchen and for ALL dishes to be washed, dried, and put away before bed. Even that one single glass. I know you like to wind the clock every Saturday night and turn the calendar over at the end of the month. I know you like to decorate for the holidays and prepare for family gatherings. I know you like to switch out tablecloths and centerpieces in order to match the season. I know, mom. I know.
So the calendar has been turned over. The kitchen is spotless. The dishes are put away. The curtains are drawn. The lamp is lit. The carpet has been vacuumed. Because I know. My husband asks ... "Should we wind her clock?" to which I reply ... "No. There's no need." Because we know.