I woke up yesterday morning at 6:30 to find The Boy staring down at me intensely.
"I’m making you breakfast in bed," he announced. "So you’d better wake up." And that was how I started Mother’s Day this year, sitting groggily in bed and eating toaster waffles with LOTS of syrup, my son sitting beside me and just beside himself with pride.
"STOP EATING IN BED!" The Baby demanded. "That is GWOSS."
Later on that day, The Girl went to Canadian Tire with her dad and picked me up a foot spa, facial steamer and manicure set, so I was very spoiled on my Mother’s Day. I wasn’t a bit relaxed, though, since I had one of those harried non-stop weekends and sometimes when people say things like that they’re bragging, like Look How Interesting And Popular I Am, but I’m not, really. What I AM saying is that I am so exhausted today that my brain hurts and the next couple of weeks promise to be equally frantic, so I really felt like I’d EARNED that facial steamer, you know?
1) Friday evening – we attended the school concert, complete with the bellydancing display of Despair. Did I mention that we’re having grim-faced discussions about homeschooling AGAIN?
2) Saturday – we threw an all-day-long party for The Girl (with a High School Musical Theme – aggggghhhh) and one of the guests got cracked in the head by an over-excited pinata whacker, who may have been yours truly. I need to lay down on the floor and feel nauseated with guilt just thinking about it, thanks.
3) Mother’s Day and I had a restful breakfast in bed at 6:30 in the morning, as mentioned, and then had to make a ton of macaroni salad for my dad’s surprise 60th birthday party, which gave me a chance to use my new food processor:
What a weird thing to take a picture of! But the food processor snaps on to the top of my stand mixer and it’s very handy. Once I had the carrots grated, I was able to make my rather-tasty macaroni salad:
For the record, that was a TREMENDOUS amount of macaroni salad – enough to feed several dozen potluck-goers, for example. And yes, I do feel corny when I’m making macaroni salad, thanks. And then we went to my dad’s party, which actually WAS a surprise – my mom had told him that she was having us over for dinner and then all of a sudden there was his family – his brother and sister-in-law, his sister and brother-in-law, his neice and her husband, and my dad was very pleased, which was nice. My grandma wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t make it, but sent her DELICIOUS carrot cake with my aunt, and my dad was well and properly feted.
And then we went home and the long exhausting weekend was over. Now we just have a camping trip and a monster truck rally and a yard sale and a weekend trip and then it will be the summer. Phew.