No One Entertains Me As Well As Me

Mother’s Day! The excitement mounts. I let my children off the hook. Don’t come. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t bother me. Yes, it is Mother’s Day weekend but I have a full time planned, writing poetry, playing word games, painting my canvases. I let my children enjoy their day. They also can play whatever they want. Feeling no guilt for not entertaining me For you see, no one entertains me like I do. And if they do not come, I can stay in my fluffy zebra pajamas all day. I can take naps if I want. I can lie down and retain what little health I have left. I have been terribly sick. I might die today. I am an old woman. Old women die, right? All I want is clear lungs today. Not company. And frankly, no one entertains me half as well as I entertain myself.