"What are you doing this morning, Mom," asked Mr. Almost Fourteen.
"Dishes, by the looks of it."
"Ahhh..." was his sympathetic reply.
But what, by all appearances, would take him two hours or more is, in reality...
the leisurely finishing of my tea, catching up on the Scrabulous, checking my favourite blog reads, writing a post, reading the emails... and 15 minutes of dish washing and counter clearing.
Just don't tell him, will you?
The sympathy is good.