So, okay, first. Woke up to cute present, flowers, and cards.
Was that a mimosa? Tsk, 'twas not. Pure orange juice. What is this, every other day?
Apparently not. Ashton's card, although shaped like a purse, was wrapped in two pounds of tape, roped off and filled with warning messages.
"Cosin" = Caution. And of course, "Top Sercrit".
Not so menacing in the end, thankfully. The message had scribbled flowers and I LOVE YOU MOMMY in big letters. Nuclear crisis averted.
Was then served a yummy breakfast
That the 6 year old ate.
Then skills came back to bite me. I had "taught" the boys how to "remove" their thumbs. Was requested to watch them "practice".
~30 minutes.
Needed a break and said I was getting on the 1 pm Peloton live Mother's Day ride. 5 minutes in...
Had to then get on my real life bike but, all is bright! Saved a baby turtle.
Like, actually mothered Mother Nature.
BOOM.
Went for some errands to calm down. Stayed in the car while Jason shopped. Yes, in desperation I will leave the house even if only to sit in a parking lot with these two.
ETA (edited to add): Said parking lot was Total Wine's parking lot. Knew there was some excitement in the near future so #worthit
Think we just came home after that, boys played some Wii, and then enjoyed this gloriousness (parents, not kids).
Altho, sushi dinners are funny. Measurable in a shockingly low number of bites. You get eight, maybe twelve depending on the roll, and it's acceptable even though that's pretty short for meal. (Kind of like two eggs. Has anyone realized that the number of bites in two eggs, especially hard boiled, is MAYBE six or less, but somehow we are all in universal agreement that two is enough? Is anyone else full after eating two eggs?! I'm not (am I??) but good god, if you ask for three, someone nearby says Whoa.)
Wrapping things up, me and mine in all our happiness on May 10, 2020:
Didn't have my usual motivators (like seeing people) or my usual advantages (like fresh cut and color every six weeks) so not the best pic but: no excuses, the 40 is coming. As I scrutinized this unfiltered, scam of a photo (boys were not being cooperative, which is why none of us are touching haha), I realized that if this isn't my 9th Mother's Day at age 39 in the midst of a global pandemic, what is?
Love to all out there :) xoxo
