My Mother's Day was Lovely, Thank You
I appreciated all the comments wishing me a reduction in snorkiness levels and a happy Mother's Day. It was very kind. The snorkiness is on it's way out and Mother's Day was awesome.
It began with a nice lie-in until I couldn't lie-in anymore. Then The Spouse presented me with a dozen beautiful roses and made a luscious breakfast of Eggs Benedict and mimosas. Possibly of greater importance, he then cleaned the kitchen. We all played a game of Scrabble, which The Spouse won and then The Child went off to play with friends. It's an irony, but the best mother's days seem to be the ones when no particular mothering is involved. I spent the day in my jammies, playing videos and throwing, with Sling, a virtual party at "Here's the 80s" for JP's birthday.
The Spouse made a yummy dinner and then we sat around the table and read aloud "Rikki Tikki Tavi" by Rudyard Kipling. I'd never read the story before and it turns out that it was one of The Spouse's favorites growing up. His mom, may she rest in peace, used to read it to him all the time so it was a nice little way to honor her mothering as well.
The day was wrapped up with The Child and I watching "Iron Chef: Battle Garbanzo" on the Foood Network. Good times. Good day.
Of course, now I'm the Worst Mother in The World again. She just called and asked me to bring her a CD for use in the talent show. She doesn't actually know that she needs it but she wants to be prepared. And I replied that it was the sort of thing she really needed to be responsible for and that I didn't really have time to run it over to her. She was not pleased but there you go. Could I have actually bothered to run that errand for her? Sure. But at 13 it's time she learns to look after the bits and pieces of her own day. It's my job to teach her that.
The best part of being sick is the renewed sense of energy when the illness passes. I expect to be a very productive little kitten today.
It began with a nice lie-in until I couldn't lie-in anymore. Then The Spouse presented me with a dozen beautiful roses and made a luscious breakfast of Eggs Benedict and mimosas. Possibly of greater importance, he then cleaned the kitchen. We all played a game of Scrabble, which The Spouse won and then The Child went off to play with friends. It's an irony, but the best mother's days seem to be the ones when no particular mothering is involved. I spent the day in my jammies, playing videos and throwing, with Sling, a virtual party at "Here's the 80s" for JP's birthday.
The Spouse made a yummy dinner and then we sat around the table and read aloud "Rikki Tikki Tavi" by Rudyard Kipling. I'd never read the story before and it turns out that it was one of The Spouse's favorites growing up. His mom, may she rest in peace, used to read it to him all the time so it was a nice little way to honor her mothering as well.
The day was wrapped up with The Child and I watching "Iron Chef: Battle Garbanzo" on the Foood Network. Good times. Good day.
Of course, now I'm the Worst Mother in The World again. She just called and asked me to bring her a CD for use in the talent show. She doesn't actually know that she needs it but she wants to be prepared. And I replied that it was the sort of thing she really needed to be responsible for and that I didn't really have time to run it over to her. She was not pleased but there you go. Could I have actually bothered to run that errand for her? Sure. But at 13 it's time she learns to look after the bits and pieces of her own day. It's my job to teach her that.
The best part of being sick is the renewed sense of energy when the illness passes. I expect to be a very productive little kitten today.
Labels: Here's the 80s, JP rules, Mother's Day, Rikki Tikki Tavi, Sling rocks, yummy food
cobbled together by Moi at 8:53 AM
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