The call came on Friday evening at exactly 6:00 pm on the dot.

"Rooth, Dad and I just ate rotten noodles for dinner and now we're going to die."

My sister and dad, left to fend for themselves while my mom attended a week-long retreat at her temple, poisoning themselves with expired leftovers in the fridge.

"Is there any food in the house?" came the question from my end.

"Not unless you count rotten noodles," was her response.

So I went back to my parents' home that night with a big loaf of cheesy bread and a bottle of Tums.  And that, my friends, is what happens when you leave two fully grown and capable adults at home without mom to take care of them.  Hug and thank your moms the next time you see them!