Dear Mom: Little letters that I write that never make it to her.

I don't know if anyone else out there in the world are like me, but I'm the kind of person who tends to create a schedule for my day and/or week and then completely disregard that scheduled.  This is a really, really bad habit, I mean it's really bad.  I'm pretty sure that this really, really, ridiculously bad habit of mine causes much groaning and gnashing of teeth for my parents.  Now, no matter the situation, there have been times in my life where I have not said anything to my parents about the things that I've accomplished in the day, whether the accomplishment is big or small.  Some of the accomplishments may seem trivial to some people, maybe they are, but an accomplishment is an accomplishment.

So, here it goes, the little letters from different times of my life to my mother.


Dear Mom,

You may not have noticed, or maybe you did and couldn't say anything due to shock, but I actually made my bed today.


Dear Mom,

I made the chocolate chip cookies exactly the way you told me to.


Dear Mom,

You will be so proud of me.  When I was at school today, I was able to find a parking space where there was tree that provided plenty of shade to cover my entire car.


Dear Mom,

I went to school and actually went to my classes.


Dear Mom,

I washed and dried my clothes.


Dear Mom,

I folded my clothes.


Dear Mom,

I vacuumed my room (I haven't put my clothes away yet, but I'm working on it).


Dear Mom,

I put most of my shoes in my closet.


Dear Mom,

I washed my car.


Dear Mom,

I vacuumed my car.


Dear Mom,

I actually made the attempt to look feminine and wore make-up today, even though I had absolutely no reason to do so.


Dear Mom,

That guy that I think is really, really cute?  I actually attempted to talk to him (talk, as in saying something more substantial than, "hey, how's it goin'?").


Dear Mom,

Today, I wore make-up to try to look nice for that really, really cute guy.  I never saw him today.


Dear Mom,

I swept and mopped the kitchen floor and cleaned the kitchen counters and microwave as best I could after I made a really big mess when I was cooking (sorry for the areas that I missed, I really did try my best).


Dear Mom,

I'm really trying not to be a sensitive, self-centered, jerk-face anger ball; God's helping me realize that I'm more of one than I've been willing to admit to.


Dear Mom,

I didn't eat the rest of your Goldfish pretzels because I knew you might want them.


Dear Mom,

Even though this doesn't seem to happen a lot, I really do try to wake up, be out of bed, and cleaned up before 8am because I really don't like being unproductive.


Dear Mom,

A good day is when I say "I love you" to you and Dad and when we laugh about nothing.