A Mother's Day We Didn't Mean to Forget

Newsletter 2018-05-14

Another Mother’s Day has come and gone without too much bloodshed, so I guess that makes it a success. My wife and I celebrated early in our typically wild fashion Saturday night: We put the kids to bed and had a few drinks on the couch. Okay, maybe more than a few. Neither of us remembers when we conked out, but we were still sleeping on the couch at 6:30 a.m. when the pig came downstairs to beg for food. Honestly, we’ve had worse starts to Mother’s Day.

Our home renovation is coming along nicely, mainly because I have nothing to do with it. Paying other people to do work for you is the most wonderful thing in the world, other than the part where you have to pay them. We’re renovating our attic into a master suite with a bedroom and bathroom, and to pull that off, the contract had to tear off a section of our roof. Our home was protected by nothing but a tarp Wednesday night when a huge storm rolled through. Against all odds, the tarp held, and the house stayed dry. I don’t know if I …