Happ Mother's Day - Belated

I can’t get my act together to timely post, so accept my late, but good wishes.

I think Hallmark invented Mother’s Day. It is that time of year when that great card king tightens the clutches on the guilt-laden public, prompting the sale of Mother’s Day cards, flowers, chocolates, and other assorted good stuff, as well as that "Hi mom I’m alive" phone call from the older kiddies.

The only thing that I want for Mother’s Day is to sleep. Sleep has become an elusive concept. That refreshed feeling of a full night of slumber is a distant memory.

This year, sleep was not an option. I have a three year old, let’s call her Sassy (to protect her anonymity) and a three month old, I’ll refer to her as Sweet (she is too young to talk or exhibit any attitude). On Sunday, Sweet woke me up bright and early, whimpering to be nursed. Sassy soon hopped out of her bed, ran into my room, and demanded to watch her shows. I nursed Sweet, as the television and Mickey Mouse baby sat sassy (thank you Disney channel). Husband snored away, recuperating from a fever. I fell back asleep, only to be woken up again by Sassy, who insisted on eating M&Ms for breakfast. While I let her watch her morning shows, I do draw the line somewhere, and an M&M meal was not an option. At that point, I had to get out of bed. It was 7:02 a.m.

Sassy and my darling Husband decorated our home with a “Happy Mother’s Day Mommy!” banner covertly created by the two of them while I was not looking. Red streamers and balloons joined the decor. Husband, whose nose has been running faster than Flo-Jo, made blueberry pancakes and helped prepare a delicious dinner later on in the day. Yes, I am blessed to have a Husband who cooks!

Sassy gave me a plate splattered with colored scribble made at school. She happily presented me with the plate, wrapped in paper decorated with her little handprints and the various letters in her name. I opened the gift and marveled at her ingenuity and said, “I just love all the colors you chose. This is so special to me.” Sassy, responded, “Mommy I didn’t make it, but that’s okay,” and then ran off to play with her Lego set. I later discovered that the plate was made last week, when I kept Sassy home from school due to her being sick. A “ghost scribbler” made the plate – and if you know who you are - thank you!

So for all you moms out there, if you can, take a little well deserved snooze and think of me.