dear mama... {the mother of all notes}

Over the years my boys have left me many notes
that have left me in laughter...and sometimes shrugging my shoulders.

For example....

"Gone for recess"
This was from our early years of homeschooling...
and apparently I left the room for two minutes
and they took off for a self-appointed recess.

"Wash Nick's shorts"
Self-explanatory.

"Mom, we have gone to the brush pile. Love you, B"
There was a huge brush pile in the pasture,
about a half mile away from our house.
The boys got in big trouble one time for going up there
and not telling me. I searched for them high and low.
Needless to say, the second time they went,
they left a note.
They will make excellent husbands.
I guess.

"I have no idea what to do with this."
I have no idea what this note is about.
I think I may have even blogged about it a couple years
ago...but I can't remember.
Still, it's funny.
And cute.

**All these notes are hanging inside one of my cabinet
doors in the kitchen. I see them every single day. And smile.



BUT...the mother of all notes appeared on my counter
sometime over night last night.

And since you can't read it in the picture...
(you wouldn't be able to read it even if you had it right in front of you)
**I'm filled with regret that I didn't push good penmanship**
I will read it to you.

"Dear Mama,
I found this sleeping bag.
Don't ask where, when, or how.
Don't tell me to throw it away either!
Cause I love it.
Please wash it so I don't get infected with
lice, Hep A, B, or C or even herpes.
Please do this for your hard working boy.
Kisses!
Brenden
P.S. I wish I had an "I" in my name because I would have dotted
it with a smiley face or a heart ...or maybe both if I had two..."

Seriously, this child is heading to college in one month.
By himself.
How in the world will he survive unscathed?
Without his mommy?


Well, for your peace of mind (and mine), I did ask him
where he got this thing...and he said it was in the parking lot at work.
(Dairy Queen)
I'm not sure what to make of that.


I am a good mom because I washed it, just as he requested.
How could I not?
Now where's my reward?






I heart notes from my kids.

They make me smile.