The snow starts to pile up… the weather report says to expect 6 inches in the next 2 hours…
and I hope I can count on you.
I book a flight leaving early in the morning…
and I hope you’re willing to take me.
Christmas is looming… and I have gifts, bills & Santa on the horizon…
and I hope you understand that I’m a mom that goes overboard.
Which is why it doesn’t work-
and why I’m moving on.
And it’s why you’re mad.