Thanks, Mom

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.