Today, somewhere between having to help my 80 year old mother, a parent-teacher conference, work, the grocery store, making dinner, school drop-off and pick-up, our third showing in 24 hours (anyone want to buy a house?), and all other situations faced by a sandwich-generation-special-needs-parent-homework-helping-homemaker-full-time-employee-mom-wife. I felt like life was slapping me in the face today.
I couldn’t bear to take on. One. More. Thing.
That’s when I found this among the sheets I pulled from the dryer.
And, I was so desperate to fill my soul with something sweet that I almost ate it. After it had been stuffed in the laundry chute with dirty clothes, washed in detergent and bleach, then dried with a dryer sheet. I mean, the wrapper hadn’t broken so it was still good, right?
Then there was a knock at the door and some guy standing there asking, “Are you Diana?” which I’m totally not, but I nodded anyway and he handed me these.
It turns out, that when you’re having a really dark day, washed and dried mini-Twix bars are not the answer; good friends who send you emergency flowers are. Thank you, Melisa.
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Melisa
Love you, Diana.
Love, Melissa
Shannon
That Melisa, she’s a keeper.
Though I’m kind of sad about the wasted Twix.
alexandra
That Melisa.
Seriously.
And I , unlike you, did eat the York peppermint patty I found while raking leaves last Saturday.
You’re a better person than I.
Kari
Wait, so did you eat it??
I love Melisa.
And you.