Anticipating Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is different for every mother, I’m sure, and it’s different every year for me. Obviously, the kids get older and are capable of doing new things, not like being quiet on the stairs outside my bedroom but like making breakfast themselves, and checking to see if the house alarm is off before they go outside. However, there will still be vast difference between an ideal day and the actuality. See below…

Ideal: go to bed the night before really late after smashing cocktails and Husband two or three times.
Reality: go to bed after 1.5 glasses of wine because it really just makes me tired. Possibly have watched some shows online and maybe smashed Husband once .

Ideal: wake up after children adorably attempt to sneak quietly downstairs, then go back to sleep for 3 hours.
Reality: wake up at 5am. No one else is awake, there is no reason to be awake this early. Turn off alarm anyway, just in case someone wants to pick flowers for you as a surprise. Go back to sleep and wake up at 6am, when boys are still in their room. Stare st Husband as he sleeps through the tornado that is his offspring rumbling down the stairs. Try to go back to sleep. Open eyes to offspring asking for the ipad so they can let you sleep in. Get out of bed to find it for them/him. Consider smothering soundly-sleeping Husband.

Ideal: a pot of tea, glass of champagne, a smoothie, bacon, eggs, grilled tomatoes, pastries.
Reality: I just can’t fit all of that in mah belleh.

Ideal: reading, sewing, napping, gardening.
Reality: might be pretty close, actually.

Ideal: no fighting, yelling, crying, overtiredness, morbidly messy playrooms or boredom.
Reality: all of the above.

So, a break even day, either way.

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