Sunday October 19

“Watching Peyton Manning make history with most NFL touchdowns, folding clothes & making out a grocery list!”

Rule of 3, people, Rule of 3. Although this one violates the standard just by a little bit because apparently she’s folding AND making a grocery list late night.

When is she going shopping? Tomorrow morning? haha oh wait she does that all the time. I kid you not, she will go shopping before she goes to work, unload her refrigeratable groceries into her work cooler (it is massive) and then reload them and bring them home at the end of the day just to avoid shopping at the grocery store at 6:00pm.

Honestly, I don’t even think it is that insane of a thing to do because THATS HOW INSANE the grocery store feels to me 90 percent of the time. People wandering around like they’ve got all the time in the world. Old ladies handing out samples of PB&J fruit snacks (those are real, click it. I’ll wait.) Stickers on the side of every avocado telling you it is “ripe when soft.” No farting way, you mean its like every other fruit in the produce section?

Sunday October 5

“Setting oven to self clean overnight with your cast iron pan inside! Also folding clothes while watching documentary “wildest islands” about the Caribbean.”

At this point, you can see that by 10pm on Sundays my mom frequently lives by a rule of 3. Let me walk you through it.

1) There is almost always one machinated tasks at hand—self cleaning ovens, dishwashers, dryers, washing machines, mulchers, DJ Roomba, etc.

2) There is always a tactile task of some kind—folding clothes (number one choice), washing dishes (for the dishwasher to then wash), dusting the entire house, sweeping, moving plants, sign language, carpentry, etc.

3) And then there is a pseudo-passive task that can be mistaken for pleasure, but let me say that most of them have some kind of twist. Perhaps it is already on her to-do list, or perhaps it is mildly educational—watching a documentary, talking on the phone to a child/relative, watching football/basketball that my dad cares about, reading the newspaper, dental exams, checking the ingredient list to Cool Ranch Doritos, etc.

Also, mom, thanks for putting my cast iron in the oven! Love ya lots. (I’m stripping it because the seasoning was bad and I’m getting a do-over… wish me luck.)