Ah, Mother's Day! A day to sleep in as I did. A day to be showered with gifts as I was (an MP3 player and a wireless photosmart printer, scanner copier and beautiful handmade cards from my kids. Yes, I am spoiled rotten. And, yes, I love it.) A day for a Super Big Gulp Diet Coke with lemon served to me along with breakfast in bed and my two kids next to me begging to watch Higglytown Heroes. A day for my husband to ask what I want for a special dinner while my daughter predictably announces "No, I don't want to grill steaks." To which I reply, "I don't care. I do." A day for which I chat on the phone with my sister while my kid's tickles and giggles escalate into screams and yells resulting in the repeat after me "Please, stop it, I'm on the phone. Please, stop it. I'm on the phone." A day for me to send my kids to their rooms to play together so I can have a moment of peace and quiet while looking at paint swatches. A day for me to listen to them fuss with each other in their rooms while they tackle for possession over the same stinkin library book, while the other 10 books yell, "read me, read me." A day for me to put them in not one but two time outs. A day for them to leave time out and give me one of "those" kisses where they use their entire face against my cheek to say "I'm sorry." A day for me to listen to them fight over the blue plastic science beaker that has been sitting in the basement forever forgotten and untouched until The Prince figured out how to do some cool experiments and now The Princess wants to play with it. A day for me to put them in time out within 10 minutes of their first time out for an undetermined amount of time so that I can read my book, or blog guilt free on my laptop, from my throne, sipping my diet coke with lemon while my husband does the grocery shopping.
Ah, yes Mother's Day is like any other day when you have kids. Only, I get to do what I want to do and not feel guilty about it. I hope you do, too. Have a wonderful day all you mama's, mama's to be, and mama's in waiting!