The Nana

The Nana is what we call my mom. The Mama is what The Nana calls me. Just go with it. The Nana is the real reason why I am able to go to school. I leave the house at 6 a.m. and I get home at 8:30 p.m. each day. The Nana makes sure the boys are fed breakfast and dinner, laundry is done and put away and there are no major injuries from the day. Yesterday I told The Nana that I wouldn't be going to class because I felt like crud. And I did. Like real, brown, lumpy crud. Any who, she text me and asked me if I wanted her to make me some fish for dinner. And she did. It was delicious and it settled my tummy. The Nana also switched the laundry I had started and folded it for me. The Nana also makes sure that the boys items from the Library are returned, that their bedrooms are inhabitable, that they have showered at least once during the week (it's a big problem!), that the dog has had food at least once during the week (another big problem!), that the boys are tucked in and prayers are said... you get the picture. On Sunday after church, Little Miss wanted Nana and no one else but Nana. Nana took her out on the front porch with her while she read. Little Miss fell asleep on the bench. Nana wrapped her in a blanket and just sat with her. We sure do love The Nana!