"Why I love my Mom..."

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. 
I think I'll go to bed." She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the
next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer
for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the
sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot
for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash,
ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left
on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer. She watered the
plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk
and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and
pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card
for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face, put on
moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and trimmed her nails.


Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said. 
She put some water into the dog's dish and called the cat in, then made sure the
doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside
lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief
conversation with the one still up doing homework. In her own room, she set the
alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She
added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular,
"I'm going to bed." And he did ... without another thought.