Mom

About 3 hours ago, I woke up from 6 hours of wonderful sleep. A few minutes later mom knocks at the door, and she has bagel with whipped cream cheese and a tall glass of chocolate milk. The plate includes a bottle of lactaid because I am lactose intolerant. Also, she considers that I am trying to intake less sugar, when she makes my chocolate milk. Yet, the chocolate milk is delicous, and made to a point I cannot equal. She makes it best. Although, if I had a choice of bagel nothing would beat Einstein Brothers Bagels. They are just delicious. Anywho, I enjoyed it overmuch, and it was a light and mild meal. Well, I see it as mild and light, *grins*

Anywho, I am happy to have a mom that cares and worris about me. She thinks ahead about a many things and is usually stressed out. The trip to Brazil is straining her being. She is trying to deal with a wide array of variables, that I don't often think about. She is not working currently, and that drives her crazy. She is a doer, and without having resources to do what she needs she is slowly dwindling physically and emotionally. When we come back from Brazil, she should be back to her normal paces. She won't have things to worry about, and will have time to do what needs to be done. She has been taking some courses and stuff, so she can be a real estate broker. She is passionate about it, and will do good in it, like in everything else she does. Then, she will realize things she has wished since she was yonger. *smiles*