Tonight I came home from work
and slaved over the stove
to turn Sunday’s leftover steak
into Tuesday’s Tantalizing fajita feast.
To even further please my loving family
I decide to make them strawberry shortcakes for dessert.
Seriously, how much better can you do, right?!
The Boy comes over as I’m starting to prepare
He climbs up on the step stool next to me and asks
How do you know how to make strawberry shortcakes?
Because, I reply, I’m a Mom.
All moms know how to make strawberry shortcakes.
Oh, does Sandra know how to make strawberry shortcakes?, he asks.
(You see The Boy loves his Sandra,
she was his babysitter from the time he was 4 months old to 3 yrs old
she reigns supreme in his mind)
Yes Son, I’m sure she knows how to make them.
Then I ask
(because surely he must’ve lost some lover for her,
it’s been a year and a half since he’s been gone
from her daily life)
Who’s your number 1 Mommy, Me or Sandra?
Sandra! he quickly replies with a shoulder shrug
Teen 2’s standing right there with her jaw dropped open
Wow! she starts, How does that make you feel?
Then she continues to further dig the knife in…
Does it make you feel unaccomplished as a mother?
Sheesh...they'll appreciate me eventually right?!!