This year, Mother's Day was….underwhelming.
There, I said it.
It sucked mainly because B worked. So there was no sleeping in, breakfast in bed or general putting up of the feet.
But B being the love that he is decided to celebrate Mother's Day on the Saturday instead. After I suggested that's what we should do….
But to his credit, B rose to the occasion which resulted in a lovely, relaxed family day. And the best part was when he cooked dinner that night. Awesome. It's so nice to eat a meal that you haven't prepared yourself.
My present was awesome, too. Of course it was, I bought it myself about a month ago. A voucher for some facial-y, massage-y, pedicure-y goodness that I got for a bargain – from the same online place I got my bargain colonic irrigation session. Yay!
On Wednesday, LD came home from daycare with a little something for Mother's Day, too. He had lovingly made me a card and a necklace made from penne pasta painted purple. I totally love it although it does scratch like a motherfucker. Shame, really. It's quite a pretty shade of purple…
I saw my own mum, Betty, yesterday which was nice. She brought me some chocolate slice that blew my mind. I gave her a card and that was it. Terrible. I told her it's an IOU situation. When the time comes, her mind will also be blown. So stay tuned, Betty!
I will leave you with a little conversation that LD and I shared yesterday which I believe is as good a reflection of motherhood as any.
LD: I love elephants.
Little Mumma: I love smelephants!
LD: I love nose!
Little Mumma: I love toes!
LD: I love penis!
Little Mumma: …
LD: You say it, Mumma.
Little Mumma: (Shakes head)
LD: (whining) Yeesss, Mumma! Say penis! Say 'I love penis!'
Little Mumma: No, LD. I'm not saying it.
LD: (shouting, close to tears) SAY 'I LOVE PENIS', MUMMAAAAAAA!
Little Mumma: Alright but if I say it, you've got to promise not to tell your father….