Mostly True Memoirs
I WAS HAVING A MOMENT
The Grown Sons complained bitterly because I was doing noisy housework at 9:00 am on a Sunday.
I patiently explained that I had been awake since 5:00, but I refrained from making noise until a decent hour.
They continued to complain bitterly.
I don’t remember my exact words.
They were something like:
“Watch your mouth.”
“Quit your bellyaching.”
“You freeloading slackers.”
Neither of them, by the way, are freeloading, nor are they slackers.
But I was having a moment, and it just slipped out.
At any rate, the house is clean.
But the family is cranky.
It’s another Pleasant Valley Sunday.