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.
You 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.
BTW - I'm the one on the right, just in case you didn't already know that.