Mother’s Day weekend began with Miss C insisting I open her present after school on Friday. I told her I should probably wait until Sunday but she was adamant. She had made a lovely plate at school with a colorful drawing of a beautiful sun. I’d show you a picture of it, but then I’d have to hunt you down and kill you as it has her real name and school name on it. But trust me, it is something I’ll treasure forever. Yesterday she announced that I was to wear the beautiful paper corsage she’d made at school and I wore it with pride. Miss A made me a lovely card at daycare and managed to have two F5 bathroom incidents yesterday that no one else but your own mother would touch with a 10-foot pole, so I didn’t get the day totally off.
I wrenched my lower back a few days ago carrying the vacuum up the four steps from our downstairs bonus room to the kitchen while simultaneously stepping over Jack our dog, because that’s just what you do when you multi-task and are too busy to stop and think about the way your are contorting your muscles in a most unnatural fashion. I felt something twinge but then I felt OK. By Saturday evening, however, I started having considerable pain every time I sat down or stood up, which wouldn’t be any big deal if I didn’t actually have to ever SIT DOWN or STAND UP. So after Mother’s Day lunch at my mom’s house, I headed home while the hubby took the girls up to his brother’s house for dinner.
I had the house to myself for hours. After indulging in the televised inspidness that is E!, I honestly started to feel a tad guilty and brain cells started to die off so I switched to HGTV and painted my nails. If I had been feeling mobile, I would have headed out for some shopping, but I just popped some Aleve and enjoyed the rare peace and solitude.
I promised my mother lunch or dinner out this week, just the two of us, at her restaurant of choice. It’s the very least I can do, as she’s been taking care of me for nearly 39 years.
Hope all of you mamas out there had a fabulous Mother’s Day!
Me and my mama
(Fall or winter 1969 or 1970 and from the looks of those sweet potatoes and green beans and the glass of wine and the altitude of my mama’s hair, I’m thinking it’s around the holidays.)