Quarantine Day 56

This  morning Amir came into the bedroom with a plate of eggs, toast, yogurt with granola and berries and veggie sausage accompanied by coffee and a cocktail of OJ, vodka, seltzer, and pineapple chunks about ten seconds after I opened my eyes because he just knows. The kids brought me various trash gifts which are my absolute favorite kind of gifts. Among other things I received a complicated pocket full of paper hearts and a tissue box “monster” with a flower inside.

I binge watched Killing Eve. I don’t think I’d ever binge watched anything. It took me a week to get episode four and now I’m on like season 12 episode 33. Amir brought me food and alcohol on demand and the kids mostly left me alone, a thing my own mother informed me in a lilted voice that is not what Mother’s Day is about.

I called my mom as soon as I woke up and admitted to her that I’d not thought to order her flowers in time and that I was instead giving her the gift of honesty and would send flowers later, which became the family punchline for the day. My family needs me to fill a role and I fill it well.

After a day of popping truffles into my mouth and having cocktails served to me in bed, Amir fed the kids and then called me down to dinner which he’d set up around the fire pit with candles, Champagne, and pasta and dessert from our favorite restaurant. He has seriously screwed himself for the rest of our Mother’s Days together. After dinner I too tired, tipsy, and full of love to post (but I’m going to backdate it to fool you.) Thank you, Ella, Aubrey, and Amir.