The nicest thing any one ever did for me was done by my mama.
When my son was sixteen, I went to Hawaii for three weeks. Mom stayed at my house with said son. She bailed him out of jail one Saturday night, and when I called home to check on things, she said, Everything is going juuuussstt fiiiiine."
I didn't have to fret over my jailbird son until I got home.
Seems he was partying it up at Newport Beach.
I got to go to a class at the NB Police station on Thursday night of the first week of school to learn how to be a better parent.
All of us in the class got lectured up one side and down the other.
We had to watch gruesome videos, too.
For all of you who are not teachers, the tiredest you can ever be is about Thursday night of the first week of school. Somehow Friday night you get your weekend second wind.
By the way, the son has turned into a model citizen.
Go see Lori for info on how to join in the NICE post!
