Yesterday I posted about the conversation I had with my son where he said he wanted to get me whatever I wanted. It's okay if you didn't read it, I can wait while you get caught up. Anyway, here is the reality of how Mother's day morning actually went down. Please note, that due to an unfortunate event my husband and I had to re-locate our bedroom upstairs next to the kids. More on that later as I'm sure it's going to be a doozy of a week. It's lighter upstairs than it is downstairs so when the sun started to rise, so did my internal clock. One good thing about a basement bedroom is you can fool yourself. I tossed, turned, rolled back over and went to sleep. BOOM! My daughter's feet hit the floor. Now this is a kid that N-E-V-E-R gets up early. I mean, she's my daughter for a reason. I hear the door creak open and then someone is tapping me on the shoulder. One eye creaks open, "whachoo wan?" I say sleepily. "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. I put your gift on top of you." All of sudden my son gets in on the action. (Don't these kids sleep!?!) He comes bounding into the room and gives me his gift. As well as a detailed description of what it is. At this point I'm still barely coherent and I mutter a tired, "thanks." They then proceed out to the living room, I glance at my watch 6:15. UGH! Is there even a TIME before 11AM???? I rolled back over, only to be bombarded with screaming, yelling and crying. Great! They're fighting on Mother's Day. No, not even that... they're fighting BEFORE Mother's Day because it's still TOO FREAKING EARLY! I do the only thing I can think of. I separate them and send them to their rooms. Back to blissful sleep. "MOM! When can I get out of my room?" Oh for heaven's sake! Seriously!!? Not even 15 minutes of rest? I have to help in the nursery today, I don't want to cry more than the babies, that sounds a little redundant if you ask me. "Fine. You can come out of your rooms, but you'd better get along!" Roll back over, fall back to sleep. When I finally get up I see their gifts next to me. I pick them up and really get to appreciate them. B-Man made me a placemat with stickers that say 'super' and an orange ribbon around the outside. Honey made me a card telling all the characteristics she sees in me. Caring, empathetic, loving. It tells a short story. I'm not a quitter. Huh. Suddenly it all just makes sense and falls into place. This is a pretty cool Mother's Day after all.
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"Mommy... What do you want for Mother's Day? I want to get you whatever you want!" Now this I can see working in my benefit!
Isn't my son awesome?! These statements just melt my heart. He's such a sweet kid! I thought about it, or at least pretended to think about it. "Sleep", I said. He seemed to be satisfied by this. He even replied "Okay, I'm going to let you sleep as looooonnnggg as you want!" (I knew he was my favourite son for a reason!) To be honest, I didn't put much thought into our little conversation for the rest of the day. The next morning however, I realized that my son had really meant what he said and was determined to keep his commitment. I heard the feet across the kitchen floor above me, down the stairs and across the (what will end up as) Star Wars room. Check out my about page, I'm a secret nerd. The door creaks open and I hear whispered very quietly... "Mommy, is it Mother's Day?" "Mrrrrggggghhh, No," I reply. I meant it when I posted that I hated to wake up! "Oh good!!," big loud voice, bouncing, bounding steps- he comes over to my side of the bed, "Can you put you tube on the computer?" UUuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh...... "Yeah Bud, I can put you tube on." (Disclaimer: We are responsible parents and have rules. He can't watch just anything.) I slowly drag myself out of bed and half-sleep walk up to the kitchen table. I check the time... 6:39. At least tomorrow I can sleep in. Jokes on me though, I have to get up early to help in the nursery at church! What's your favourite Mother's Day memory? God bless our daughter! She is a little sponge and learns so much at school. MOST of the time I'm happy to hear about how school is going and what she is learning. That is... until I get a drink for dinner. In my house Pepsi is a big stable for my husband and I. Although I've recently been introduced to Blackberry Ginger Ale, um, delicious! Let's also remember my favourite dark coloured soda Dr. Pepper.
Anyway, I'm happily drinking my pop when my daughter clears her throat "Ahem! Don't you know that dark coloured sodas contain caffeine! It's very unhealthy for you. You shouldn't drink it." Well, wooty-woot-woot to you too! There goes my enjoyment of my daily Pepsi. My husband and I share a look. You know, the look of exasperation over being told we're unhealthy by an 8 year old. My daughter, the health conscious one of the family. There's nothing like having your kids use their education against you, ahem, to enlighten you. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I should have homeschooled. Now I know how my parents felt when I learned about recycling! Sheesh! On a side note, you should have seen the look of sheer terror when I told her that there was corn syrup in her lollipop. Who's unhealthy now?? Muahahahaha! Okay, time for some truth. I am NOT a morning person. I never have been, I never will be. Well, there was that one time when I was like 3, but since then- nope, nada, not gonna happen. It doesn't matter what time I go to bed, I will still wake up looking like an episode of the Walking Dead. (I've actually never watched this show, so I'm just guessing. I really have no idea.) Such was the case this morning. My husband came down and asked me to get up and help with the kids.... MMMuuuuuggggghhhhhhh. Yeah, that's me... zombie-morning Andrea. I love my husband, but his morning wake-up tactics for trying to get me out bed suck. If he can't do it, send down the kids. There's nothing like bouncy, energized, screaming kids to wake you up. Alright, alright... so they were just talking. But it hurt my body, and I hadn't had any coffee yet. This particular morning my kids were playing "Bunny Rescue". See yesterday's post for a full understanding. Honey was playing as Sunflower, a cute little lop-eared bunny with splay-leg. That means that her front legs don't sit normally, they're separated. #BunnyEducation While B-Man was playing as my sweet, adorable Little Bo Peep. Hippity-hop into my room they came, Honey nudging my head and B-Man jumping everywhere. "We just want you to know that we want to adopt Little Bo Peep", B-Man said, "we talked it over." Bless them for realizing that Bo and I had bonded. Even though I'm not a morning person and I can be quite cranky BC (before coffee) my kids showed me this morning the lessons they are taking away from visiting Blackjack's Rabbit Rescue. Like Honey, who's showing compassion for the bunny that's slightly different from the other ones. Maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree here, but it's just neat to see how they are interacting with each bunny and carrying life lessons away with them as well. Sometimes parenting can be so awesome... yes, even first thing in the morning. After a week away we were back at Blackjack's Rabbit Rescue to check in with the bunnies. Haven's babies are really growing! Plus, they're not as bouncy-all-over. Although it's still hard to catch them. They're super cute, and as you can tell, they don't mind sitting in someone's lap for some nice freshly cut grass. Peter was his usual super cute self, if a little rambunctious. He was enjoying some camomile tea in the hopes that it would calm him down a bit. I never knew you could give a rabbit camomile tea. I'm really learning a lot! He was giving his usual kisses and hopping all over his cage in excitement to see us. While I love Peter, he is a high maintenance bunny and I can understand why they want to use him for a therapy bunny. Everyone loves him! Last time I was there a beautiful grey bunny named Little Bo Peep (there's a children's story theme at the rabbit rescue) got acquainted. She was a very gentle girl who loved to be pet. Well... tonight I got to hold her. She was actually snuggling into me! It was like carrying around a real baby. We bonded for a while and eventually she started to give me kisses. I didn't know this, but apparently this is a big deal. It means that a rabbit feels very comfortable. I was on cloud nine! We left shortly after with promises of being back next week. It's something that the kids and I can look forward to. They are starting to take on responsibilities for the animals at home in the hopes of showing us that they can take care of a rabbit. Kids! They're always thinking! |
AndreaYou know the saying, the grass is always greener on the other side? This is my attempt to find greener grass right where I am in my life.
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