Every year I say or think about the fact that I hate Mother’s Day. I always hope that sometime I will have a Mother’s Day free of fighting. I always hope to have clean house and I always hope to have sweet children and a husband who pampers me and gives me gifts and serves me breakfast in bed. Most years there is too much mess and too much fighting for it to be a lovely Mother’s Day. I usually end up crying my eyes out.
This year was different. This year my kids woke me up with breakfast in bed at 8am with no help from Dad. The problem was I was so sick I couldn’t even breathe all night and when they brought my breakfast I just couldn’t even open my eyes. After a while I finally sat up but I just couldn’t make myself eat the breakfast bowl even though I was starving. Xander brought me in a grapefruit that he had cut the wrong way. I asked him to cut it again so that I could eat it. He brought it back duct taped together! I just had to take a picture because it was the cutest thing ever. It’s proof that duct tape can fix anything.
After the breakfast they brought me a lovely gift wrapped in teal damask wrapping paper all taped up with green duct tape. It was a wooden clothes drying rack! YAY! Now when I wash the girls’ clothes there won’t be clothes drying on all the couches and chairs!
I was too sick to go to church. I felt bad. This was the first time I we haven’t gone to church on Mother’s Day. But it ended up being so nice because while I lounged in bed reading and shhhh watching a little TV, the kids cleaned the house and Dave made my favorite dinner, pot roast and potatoes.
It was the best Mother’s Day! And even though I was sick and it was hard to feel well, I felt loved. Thank you family!