Mother Has The Flu

(Notes pinned to the pillow of a mother who had the flu, from her well-meaning husband
Monday A.M.
Dearest: Sleep late. Everything under control. Lunches packed. Kids off to school. Menu for dinner planned. Your lunch is on a tray in the refrigerator: fruit cup finger sandwiches. Thermos of hot tea by bedside. See you around six.
Tuesday A.M.
Honey: Sorry about the egg rack in the refrigerator . Hope you get back to sleep. Did the kids tell you about the coke I put in the thermoses? The school might call you on this. Dinner may be a little late. I
Monday A.M.
Dearest: Sleep late. Everything under control. Lunches packed. Kids off to school. Menu for dinner planned. Your lunch is on a tray in the refrigerator: fruit cup finger sandwiches. Thermos of hot tea by bedside. See you around six.
Tuesday A.M.
Honey: Sorry about the egg rack in the refrigerator . Hope you get back to sleep. Did the kids tell you about the coke I put in the thermoses? The school might call you on this. Dinner may be a little late. I