In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.
At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Stamp of the Weeble
We had just dropped the Eldest off at work.
"I need to go to the post office."
Himself paused a the edge of the parking lot, tongue sticking out, brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to figure out which direction the post office was in.
"The Sutton post office."
He snorted.
"What?"
"You sound just like your mother! 'You have to take me to the Framingham post office,'" he mimicked.
"Hey! It's not like I'm mailing a sweepstakes entry or sending a request to Nostradamus! I have to make the 3pm truck." I had an oversized package to mail to a client.
He laughed .
"Jan will take care of me."
He laughed again.
"Shut up, and take me to the post office."
"Yes, your Weebleness."
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