'I'm gonna quit Jan,' I told my son and let myself fall on his bed. The same bed I had just changed.
Jan grinned a bit.
The work of a mom is neverending
And to prove my point I stretched out on the freshly laundered sheets and hummed the first bars of Johnny Paycheck's song: 'Take this job and shove it.'
Quitting is not an option
I don't think you can quit, Jan said.
'Well, I didn't hire you, so I don't know. But if you want, you can lie on my bed some more,' he offered.
I thought that was so sweet, I decided to stay on