I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. I had a fabulous Mother’s Day, but boy can it be brutal. My day started early Sunday morning. My son woke me up to tell me breakfast was ready. My husband had overseen my son’s project of making pancake batter and then my husband tossed the batter on the griddle for what was incredibly delicious pancakes. There was a cup of coffee, a glass of juice and the Sunday paper laid out for my enjoyment.
I love them dearly, but I wish I could have slept in.
My girls slept in, late. My youngest got up and was immediately disappointed to find out that I had eaten breakfast.
This was at 10:45am.
My oldest woke up in a bad mood. There was no “Happy Mother’s Day” mentioned, just a few grunts and a look of displeasure with the day.
My two youngest were sweet as could be saying that this was my day and I could do whatever I wished. While I read the paper, I was asked if I was almost done (several times) so that I could do something with them.
Ah relaxing day! My youngest daughter complained that she was bored and wished she could see friends, but couldn’t because of “Mother’s Day.”
My husband took off to visit his own mom.
My oldest was now plugged into her tablet, headphones on and a million miles away.
I checked my email and got a possible writing opportunity. I had paperwork to fill out and didn’t want to put it off. I had just had a discussion with my husband about ways to increase our finances because we are walking a fine line right now. I called my husband, excited that a possible opportunity might have popped up. My husband, trying to be supportive but protective over this special day reminded me that today was my day off and that I shouldn’t be working today.
Sure, nice sentiment, but we have been stressing over money and putting off a possible good opportunity wasn’t an option.
The kids and I watched a movie. We had a good time and enjoyed snuggling up on the sofa with a pile of blankets. When the movie ended, my younger daughter reminded me that she was bored and wanted to know what was next. We decided to take a bike ride.
My youngest broke down when we didn’t go to the park. We would have to cross an incredibly busy street, and the traffic light wasn’t working so we couldn’t use the crosswalk signal.
We got home and my youngest daughter pulled me aside to let me know that my son had wanted to take me out for ice cream (he thought we would stop at the park and then go a few miles to the next town over by bike). It was a sweet thought. We piled into the car and drove into town.
We invited my oldest daughter to go, but she got upset and said she just needed a day to relax without doing anything. Really? My thoughts exactly.
When we got into town, my two youngest were so lovely, they insisted on paying the parking meter and we walked around town. It was a beautiful day. Afterwards we went for ice cream (the kids treated me).
I have nothing to say, it was so touching. I have great kids.
When we got home, there were responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored. Dinner, showers, making lunches, reading at bedtime, you know, life.
My oldest never had an improvement with her mood after a full day of “relaxing.” I reminded her that she had to finish her homework before it got to late.
A fight broke out between us over the homework and her general state of mind and left me feeling just fabulous (sarcasm).
The day came to an end.
I spent some time in the quiet house on the computer. Oh heavenly peace and quiet.
This morning I woke up to an overflowing sink of dishes.
No one wanted to see me do any work yesterday. Great thought, but who was going to do it? I just got the pleasure of seeing the mess another day.
The front room is littered with blankets, laundry is begging to be done and the general state of the house is just messy.
I love Mother’s Day, or at least the idea of it. I just wish it lasted only a few hours so that the pressure was off of everybody. Mother’s Day is lovely, but boy am I exhausted.
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