Aaaah, Mother's day again. A day to lie in bed, have breakfast delivered on a tray with a rose, and get pampered all day. Oh, wait, that's on TV, not my life. Got my usual 6:30 wake up, everyone snuggled in bed till after 7. Nice. Shuffled downstairs to make breakfast.
Matt- totally jetlagged and in severe back pain. I let him sleep in.
Got downstairs to see that the house was a disaster zone of Hurricane category 3 proportions. Yikes- family coming at noon for lunch.
Clean, clean, clean. Break up a few fights between cranky toddlers.
Make breakfast. eat it.
Clean, clean, clean.
Negotiate a peace treaty between two warring and violent factions.
Set the table.
organize an art/painting project for reconciled countrymen..
Clean said paint project.
unload and reload dishwasher.
Toss a salad
Clean, clean, clean
Settle territorial dispute over TIVO
Get dressed
Wake up Matt and send him to Whole Foods for breadand soda.
Come back downstairs to see coffee table is once again covered in art supplies. F-it. It's just family.
Ding Dong- family arrives.
Eat, eat, Eat.
Chat, chat chat.
Bye, Bye, bye
Clean Clean Clean
Oh, and did I mention Jacob wet his pants twice during that time.
1 comment:
ahhh, the visions of roses and sleeping in a bed with only your husband, I hate when I think we have a moment alone and suddenly I realize there are way too many toes under the blankets.
I don't understand Mother's Day, it usually involves family coming iver which means cleaning and organizing, when most moms I know would rather be alone.
Sounds like you survived the day though.
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