tribute to my mother

Have you ever read the book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Well, if you have then you know the redeeming qualities of my mom. For those of you not familiar with the story let my recap for you. It is a story of a mouse who is given a cookie. He asks for a glass of milk to go with it, then a straw for the milk, then a napkin. After eating the cookie, he moves on to the bathroom, where one things leads to another and the next thing you know he has gone through every room in house. Each task he starts reminds him of another he would like to do. In the end, the mouse winds up right where he started: in the kitchen with a cookie.
My mom is not one to sit on the couch and just relax. She has to always be on the go, with projects going on in every room of the house. For example: she can start out in the kitchen making bread (which she does very good, by the way), after starting she remembers she isn't wearing an apron so...
She goes into the adjacent laundry room to get an apron. She sees that Pierce's baseball uniform is done drying and remembers he has a game today so...
She takes the uniform into Pierce's room so he has it for his game later that day (she made sure all of her kids had clean uniforms for whatever activity we participated in), while she's in there she picks up a towel from the floor and...
Heads to the bathroom to hang up the towel. She remembers that she needs to clean the bathroom. After cleaning the hall bathroom, she then remembers that her bathroom needs to be cleaned also so...
She cleans her bathroom. She finds a button from her silky pink robe (I think all of up older children can remember this particular robe) and ...
Goes into her sewing room to get some thread so she can sew her button back on. While she is in her sewing room, she remembers that her granddaughter (take your pick of a granddaughter- I'm pretty sure she has made a dress for one occasion or another for all of her granddaughters) needs her dress sewn TODAY! No sweat. She pulls out her sewing machine and ...
Heads to the kitchen table. This is where all of her sewing gets done. While setting up, one of her dear sons walks in the door and looks famished. Without asking if they are hungry ...
She goes into the kitchen to whip them up a gourmet breakfast, lunch or snack (their wish is her command). While in the kitchen, she remembers she had started to make a batch of bread. By this time it has risen and is overflowing all over the counter. Nevertheless, her house is clean, her granddaughter's dress is finished, her son is fed, and her bread turns out beautifully!
Thanks for all you do for your family! I love you mom. Happy Birthday.