The mother has been in the hospital for a couple of days working out some stuff (don't worry) and I've been staying overnight with her. The hospital is pretty sweet because the window seat turns into a mini bed and there's this nice shower and they give you cool baby shampoo and, suprisingly, the food ain't bad either.
I'm horrible though because when the food tray comes, I forget that I'm not the patient and pretty much pounce on it. This morning she had to get a procedure done early so I helped myself to her spinach and feta omelette . . . and also took the liberty of circling some menu choices for the next few meals. It was hard for me to circle "fish" instead of "macaroni and cheese" and "vegetable lasagna" instead of "burger," but I got over myself and focused on what she would want. In that sense, I'm not too bad. Ha. But . . . I found out later on that, because I had eaten her breakfast . . . they had to order her another breakfast tray. *sheepish look* Dude, I didn't think she'd be back in time and I thought I was helping out by not wasting food! *sigh*
I am a sad excuse for a daughter.
2 comments:
haha.. u are pretty bad.
hope ur mom feels better.
u should always order double portions or second's :) they cant deny ur mama...i think. And good daughters make sure no food is wasted so brownie points rewarded, but then she wasnt done yet so brownie points deducted. ur square.
hope ur mom is doing better and eating alot.
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