Mother's Day

I hope all of the moms out there had a fabulous Mother's Day.  I hope you slept in, ate a breakfast more substantial than the scraps of your child's peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I hope you were able to take some time for yourself during the day.

I know it's a long shot, but I'm wishing, here.

I had the distinct pleasure of spreading Mother's Day out over several weeks; my gift of top-of-the-line kitchen gear from Joel (specifically Wusthof knives and All-Clad pots/pans) arriving during April and Cael's school event for mothers taking place last Friday. 

The latter was one of those events that moms live for; an opportunity to get gussied up and show off one's child to the other parents in the class.  Or, roughly translated into my language, "where the heck is that one skirt I own" and "sweet Lord, please don't let Cael embarrass me in front of these well-adjusted children and their parents".

As much as I joke, however, Cael put his manners on display, and despite wolfing down a bowl of fresh fruit like an animal and refusing to do the sign language motions during a song featuring said hand movements, he made me proud. 

And not at all worried that four separate girls gave him hugs at the end of the day.

On Mother's Day proper, my boys presented me with a nice and very honest card as well as an iTunes gift card and a meal out at the restaurant of my choosing.  And best of all, the hugs, kisses, and dandelions I received were given freely, with no thought of what they would want from me.  And while I love providing for my boys, sometimes it is nice to know that they think of me, too.

"Mom, the cat threw up and Graham peed in his underpants!"

Well, there's still hope for my birthday.