Like Christmas, Easter and the Fourth of July, I have very idyllic ideas about Mother's Day. I want breakfast in bed. I want cherubic children with freshly cut flowers. I want a doting husband with beautifully wrapped gifts. I want to be queen for a day!
Here's how I spent Mother's Day 2013:
6 a.m.: Bo wakes me up and says, "I'm going to puke again." And does so on the pillow. I grab a dirty tshirt from the laundry basket, wipe it off and flip the pillow. "Go back to sleep, Bo." I follow my own advice.
7:45 a.m.: Bo wakes me up and declares, "I'm hungry! Let's have bacon!" I inwardly groan and drag myself out of bed. I enter the bathroom and I'm quickly reminded of the pile of puke-covered items waiting for me in the bathtub.
8 a.m.: I wander downstairs and get the tea kettle going. I am desperately in need of some caffeine. We make a hurried breakfast of eggs, toast and sausage links. I clean the kitchen. Shawn gets the puke laundry into the washing machine.
9 a.m.: Violet quickly crawls upstairs and begs for a bath. I run the water and enjoy watching her shriek and giggle in the bubbles.
9:15 a.m.: I reach for a towel to get Violet out of the bathtub and seconds before I remove her, I see the telltale grunting face and know she's about to leave an unwanted present in the bathtub. She does... I holler for Shawn and tell him he gets to clean this one...
12 p.m.: I cook tacos for lunch. By myself. I clean up the dishes. Shawn continues to do laundry. We put Violet down for a nap. She has more milk and does fine with it. I decide my husband might be right.
6 p.m.: Shawn arrives with supper. Mazy arrives with stories of his football game. He wanted so desperately to win the game for me as a Mother's Day present but they lost in the last few seconds of it. We have a heart-to-heart about why winning is not important. He did score his first touchdown in the game, and he blocked two passes, including one in the last few seconds of the game. Shawn got it all on video so we watched it together after eating our Thai food. Mazy packs a bag and heads to the farm with my mom for the next three days. He is on school break this week.
7:30 p.m. Bo and Violet are put to bed. I collapse on the couch and we watch several episodes of Game of Thorns.
At midnight, I go to bed and realize this Mother's Day was a very good reminder of what it means to be the mother of three children. And to be honest, I wouldn't change a thing.
Have I ever shown you this mock poster that Shawn created? It hangs on our refrigerator and I have it hanging at work, and it makes me smile every single time I look at it. The expressions on their faces just crack me up. And of course, the moustaches are priceless.