Dear Shelly:

My boys love you.

Lots.

In the mornings they love you more than they love me because, well because I'm not nice enough to drive them to school unless it is actively raining.

Come to think of it, I love you tons, too, for assuaging my mother guilt since I'm not nice enough to drive them.

Thanks for being willing to cart my kids around and sit on my couch while the baby is sleeping but I have stupidly made an appointment at 2pm even though I knew in advance that Ed would be napping.

You rock.