My mom came to visit this weekend, which was nice, because we went shopping and did girly stuff and went to Sephora and ordered room service and watched movies. It was a fabulous break, but it’s made it even harder to get back to work.

Oh, and Mom finally met Alex.
I wasn’t really worried, because Mom likes people who make me happy.
Still, I was eager for it to go well.

It went great: we had dinner, he helped her set her new watch for running, they compared opinions re:Law and Order and the like, and the whole thing was very pleasant.

It was time for Alex to head home. I said I’d walk him down to the lobby.

Bren: I’ll be back in a minute.
Mom: Okay, I’m going to get ready for bed.
Bren: [remembering] Oh no! I forgot my pyjamas again. (I stayed in the hotel with her, because she had a double bed and there is no contest when it comes to double beds vs. res beds.)
Alex: The ‘I Love Lucy’ pyjamas?
Bren: Of course.
Alex: They are very fuzzy.
Mom: [confused look; not disapproving or monocle-dropping shocked, but definitely confused]

[Exeunt Bren + Alex.]