Belated Mother's Day

Since I was injured the weekend of Mother's Day and Brian was in Asia, he and the kids decided to take me out last night. We went to, ugh, Macaroni Grill, Bekka's choice, and once one of the kids decides where to eat, even thought it's a celebration for you and you being a mom and doing a lot of work and making sure they don't die and giving them food so they can sustain life, and make sure they're clean when they go to school so you don't get a call and they don't get made fun of, and you take them to all their after school activities and you wake up when they want you to even though you're really tired, when they want a certain kind of food, you can't tell them "no". You just have to eat your Penne Rustica and pretend that you're happy when inside all you wanted is a simple, authentic bolognese sauce made by someone who is preferably of Italian descent.

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