"I'm tired and I want to go home," Helen whispered to me while mom was in her bathroom getting my Tylenol and aspirin.
"Friday, we are going to just cook and eat at my house," I told her back. "No cleaning."
Helen just grinned and shook her head in agreement as she went back to vacuuming my mother's rug. "Love you, baby," she mouthed.
Mom is not having a good day. Today she goes and buys both household's groceries. It was after noon and she was still in her pajamas.
"I'll go buy the groceries," I told her.
"You will?" mom asked, sounding excited.
"But your father would kill me if he found out," mom then replied looking deflated. "I can't give you that much money."
Oh well. I tried. I got in my car and headed home. I feel good today and I hope it stays that way.