Dear FM,

Don't forget you owe me some of your homemade bread. My friend made me homemade apple butter — she brought a jar for you, too — but none of your delicious bread.

I got absolutely nothing done today, and I am not beating myself up for it thanks to your good works or should I say our good works? And...the kid is on his way home for spring break. He want mom, not the bikini ladened beaches of Miami. Score one for moms!