Darla's Mom

"You have fun! I know it! Aaayyyeee" was screamed down at me for an hour tonight.

We cooked. We ate. She soiled the floor with food. She played. And then she took a bath and brushed her teeth. We cuddled in bed and I excused myself to do chores and promised to come check on her.

Darla wanted to come too. She was sure I was reopening Club 54 or inviting the cast and crew of Mickey’s club house to my living roon while she was stuck in bed.

"You have fun , I know it!".

Yes kid. Dishes are washing and the laundry is washing and more of it is drying while I am on my knees scrubbing yogurts from under the kitchen table. It’s hard to drink this martini while I am layering pork chops and cream of chicken soup in the crockpot for tomorrow’s dinner.

You are on to me.

In a minute I am going to sort your long pants from shorts. .. it will be just like snorting coke.

When I was done , I found she had taken her pajamas off and fallen asleep like this.