Running around this morning, unloading the dishwasher from last night, tossing dirty socks into the laundry basket, then picking up throw pillows from the floor, which is where they spend 97% of their time, because my children are trying to kill me, so they intentionally take them off the couch and toss them to the floor on the daily, I thought to myself, "I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing?"
It's been a while since I've heard from them.
Not that I ever hear from them. We only talk if I initiate the call. And when I say "call," I'm referring only to my dad. My mom doesn't talk on the phone. If I want to have a conversation with her, it's almost always through texts, which is pretty funny when you know the back story.