May 13, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
I really meant to write a Mother’s Day Post on Sunday Night. Or Monday. See, there’s this thing called life. It gets in the way. I used to want to sit down and blawg every single day. Now I’m lucky to sit and do it once a week (and y’all are like THANK GOODNESS!). This life thing? Yeah, kinda does what it wants. I go through my day thinking, “Gosh, I should blog about this.” And begin composing a post in my head. Then I get to the part where I have to sit down and, y’know, type it? And the phone rings. Someone scrapes their knees. Someone stays up ALL NIGHT LONG. Someone pukes in the other room. Someone needs to get a bath. Someone, someone, SOMEONE. It’s always someone.
Anyways, despite my best efforts to keep Hallmark Holiday Mother’s Day low key, my family insisted on celebrating it. Not that I don’t appreciate it. AU CONTRAIRE! I love it when they do special things for me. I just like it when they do it all year long, ’cause that’s what they are supposed to do, just like I’m supposed to do it for them. Enough of that soapbox (I could be there all day). I had breakfast made for me. I was able to sleep until NINE O’CLOCK, Y’ALL. I spent the whole day with my children and husband (and the many extras that often accompany me). I went to a barbecue at my sister’s house the night before. I had dinner with my Brother-the-Cop and his Wife, the Princess (don’t ask). I also had the pleasure of entertaining my cutie-pie nephew and the dog (my other brother’s dog and baby, who FINALLY proposed to his girlfriend of four years. Yes, house then baby then dog THEN marriage. So they’re a little out of order…). And because I’m the giving sort of person, I took plenty of pictures to share with y’all. Here’s how it went:
I babysat him on Friday and Saturday. And he came back on Sunday. I want to keep him. For some reason they won’t let me.
I seriously cann0t stand cats. I’m allergic to them. I’m a dog person. But there’s something really sweet about watching babies nurse with their momma. My sister adopted a pregnant cat. And she didn’t know it was preggers. SURPRISE, SURPRISE, SURPRISE!
There was a barbecue at my sister’s, where I met my could-be-someday-soon-brother-in-law’s-parents. From Michigan. Which does not smell like Ohio. Apparently.
Then there were homemade gifts from my boys:
What do you mean, what is that? Why, don’t you recognize a GUY PLAYING DARTS when you see it? I mean, how many people can say they have a one-of-a-kind GUY PLAYING DARTS? It’s gonna be worth tons of money someday.
Got my gardening done. Spent the whole morning with Bug Boy, while we planted herbs, tomaters, sunflowers and annuals. He’s the MAN. Ahem, the BOY. He takes after his mother in this respect. A good little gardener. I loved spending that time with him. We were both filthy. And went to the grocery store covered in dirt.
The husband took the boys out to give me some peace and quiet. And came home with this. I love him. He gives his tree-hugging wife trees. Even trees he doesn’t really want in his precious golf-course lawn.
I also spent time here, snuggling with my boys.
And at the end of the day, boys were bathed and sleepy and I took a walk outside to peruse my garden and saw that this bloomed:
It really was the best day. Ever.