I should know better…
Mom called and asked what I was doing. In an unguarded moment, I told her the truth—resting and reading.
“Why are you resting?”
“Because I promised Sam that I would.”
“Why?”
“Because I have a fever and other flu-like symptoms.”
“I’ve had a bad cold all week and went to work anyway.”
Had it been anyone else, I would have immediately replied, “I’m sure your coworkers appreciate that.” But not to Mom. So we were left with the awkward loud silence of her telling me how very lazy I am.
Dammit.
