Mom Days
So, it's Mother's Day.... and I should be lapping in the luxuries called sleeping-in, breakfast in bed, all things called relaxing while the husband wrangles the little one around town (or at the park, at home or wherever he deems occupying enough). But far from being ones to follow tradition, we're all hanging out here together.
Yes, I got to doze more than a few minutes passed sunrise, I was fed a nicely prepared breakfast that hubby and kiddo cooked together, and I even was re-awoken with, "Mom--I got your breakfast. It is SO yummy! You coming?"
Was in wonderfully delightful? Of course, anything that isn't screaming that comes out of my kid's mouth is delightful. Was it a perfect day of nothingness and one to call my own? Not really--but then again, I get those on not-Mother's Days, so I am not complaining in the least. A day without my husband and kiddo (on a weekend nonetheless) would make me feel more than a tad bit lonely--and thus this could be the "perfect" Mother's Day. One filled with a bunch of normal and a breakfast cooked by someone else.
Yes, I got to doze more than a few minutes passed sunrise, I was fed a nicely prepared breakfast that hubby and kiddo cooked together, and I even was re-awoken with, "Mom--I got your breakfast. It is SO yummy! You coming?"
Was in wonderfully delightful? Of course, anything that isn't screaming that comes out of my kid's mouth is delightful. Was it a perfect day of nothingness and one to call my own? Not really--but then again, I get those on not-Mother's Days, so I am not complaining in the least. A day without my husband and kiddo (on a weekend nonetheless) would make me feel more than a tad bit lonely--and thus this could be the "perfect" Mother's Day. One filled with a bunch of normal and a breakfast cooked by someone else.
