Well, it’s been a fabulous Mother’s Day. I’ve been fighting a cold for a week now, and as a special treat last night I got to take 2 whole Nyquil and render myself totally useless all night. I got 9 glorious hours of straight sleep last night. Even though that’s worth it’s weight in gold, Mike was still thoughtful enough to get me an actual present, and he didn’t disappoint. Come June I’ll get a delivery from the Zingerman’s Z Club, a big box of food finds from around the world. I just happened to mention how cool I thought it was as I was flipping through their catalog a few weeks ago . . . and he listened! and remembered! and followed through! Now that’s L-U-V. And as if that wasn’t enough to keep me giddy all day long, he did everything today. Naps, diapers, clean-up, bedtime, the works. I think Elena hit the nail on the head tonight. She said something funny and then said, "I’m going to go tell Daddy. He could use a good laugh today."
The gift and all the manual labor I didn’t have to do today was amazing, but I tell you, nothing compares to the sweet, homemade things you get from your kids on Mother’s Day. Elena made me a very cute card ("Mom, I love you. Eli does to but he can’t whrite"). They filled out one of those questionnaire forms at school for moms. Some were sweet ("My mom is the best at: love), some were funny (My mom’s favorite food is: salami sandwiches????), and then you have this: My mom weighs: I think, 300 lbs. I liked it better last year when I only weighed 36 lbs. Guess it’s been a bad year for me (probably all those salami sandwiches).
We spent the afternoon at my parent’s house. Apparently once your kids are all grown up, you actually want to spend Mother’s Day with them.
I’ve got roughly 2 more hours to milk this day for all it’s worth. I have a People magazine and a bathtub calling my name. Tomorrow it’s back to doing all the stuff that earns me a day like today. And all I can think is, could I be any more blessed?
