I woke up at the usual time, plucked Zoey from her crib, used her to wake Daddy, threw in a load of laundry, made coffee, made breakfast, scolded one of the dogs for eating off the coffee table (and not the one you think), put Zoey in a time-out for throwing an all-out, fling-yourself-to-the-floor tantrum, observed Jacob perform garage duties and feigned interest as he told me about which thing-a-ma-bob does whatever, sprung the kid from lock-down, got ready to go to Grandma and Grandpa's while trying - and mostly failing - to diffuse more tantrums, yelled at the dogs in the car for whining every time they saw a cow, cuddled a fever-y Zoey, and finally returned home and put our little Cranky Monster to bed.
But it was a fitful sleep and Zoey's Sunday afternoon fever had decided to stick around. So I really earned my Mother badge, staying home today to tend to Zoey, who had to be snuggled every second of the day. When she woke up from her 2-hour nap she asked to snuggle in Mommy and Daddy's bed, which she ended up doing for most of the day.
So while being celebrated for being a mother, I got to be a mother.
But the day was not ordinary in the slightest, and I was awarded a few special luxuries like, a new book from my husband, not one but TWO bags of Dove Promises dark chocolate raspberry (which he's actually eaten more of), a full tank of hot water for my shower, the intrigue of Yo Gabba Gabba having a strong enough hold to keep Zoey from ripping open the shower curtain every 30 seconds, quality time with Jacob's parents, being able to sit in the sun while I finished my book, and a yummy breakfast-for-dinner dinner. And my wonderful husband gave me the best Mother's Day card in the history of Mother's Day cards.
I also gave myself a little bit of luxury in the form of these:
Chocolate Chip Cookie Oreo Fudge Brownie Bars (say that five times fast)
My friend, Mer, accidentally found the recipe while searching for something else, quickly dubbing it "food porn." They're very rich so I split up the very large batch and gave some to her. They were delicious but I have a few alterations for next time. You can find the recipe here. Or under my new Fave Recipes tab.
No matter what ultimately transpires, Mother's Day is a better-than-regular day, and if we didn't on some level enjoy being mothers, we wouldn't have signed up for the gig. I love and am grateful for my mother, and I know Zoey loves and is grateful for me. Everyone is a mother in some way and my other "child" decided to honor the day by coating himself in "special perfume (it's exactly who you think it is)."
Happy Mother's Day!