The Proclamation

Mother's Day has kinda snuck up on me this year. Kathy's birthday was last week, so I was all focused on that, and yesterday I look at the calendar, and kapow! Wha -- Mother's Day, already? Aw crap - and I already blew my gift-giving-idea wad. Stupid calendar...

Anyway, since it's just about Mother's Day and I also need to make up for poking fun at Kathy on the blog a little bit lately, here it is - the First Official Kathy Appreciation Post.

Whereas:

• Kathy has a superhuman ability to find and/or correct her husband's mistakes, including but not necessarily limited to: (a) putting on their daughter's pajamas while forgetting to put on a diaper, (b) putting on their daughters clothes on backwards approximately once every three days, and most recently (c) somehow leaving a baby-wipe, soiled with poop, inside their daughter's pajamas;
• Kathy fearlessly takes on all the baby-care things that her husband is afraid of doing because he thinks he might inadvertently injure or maim their daughters (e.g., nail trimming, taking those little rubber bands and barrettes out of the girls' hair, cooking);
• Kathy, for reasons her husband cannot fathom, somehow, after 8 hours of work, 1 hour of walking to and from the BART station, and several hours of trying to keep up with two 19-month olds running around the house, has the energy and will to conjure up and cook meals for her daughters, shop for them, then spend a half an hour searching under every piece of furniture in the house looking for whatever toy that Leah has lost that day, because she knows that at some point, Leah's going to want that toy and is going to be darn pissed if she can't find it (And she knows that her husband wouldn't be able to find the toy even if it the fate of the world depended on it);
• Kathy is beloved so much by her daughters that her mere presence in the room causes her daughters to jealously compete over which one of them can garner the greater percentage of her attentions;
• Kathy loves her daughters so much that on nights like tonight where she has to work late and won't get to put her daughters to bed, she gets totally and profoundly sad, and when she gets home she can't resist going into their room and watching them sleep in the dark for a couple minutes;
  

...Therefore I do hereby ordain that, um, Kathy rocks. Happy mother's day, baby. You are a stupendous mom. Leah and Riley are incredibly and profoundly lucky to have you. Seriously.

And for people reading this who are not Kathy, I'm really sorry for subjecting you to this mush. I promise that in my next post, I will go back to my usual wife-mocking self. Aw yeah.