Most people think that Mother's Day is the day that you spend with your kids to remind you why you became a mother. Wrong! Every day is a day that I spend with my kids, so Mother's Day should be mine. I love them so much, but I want to wake up on this Sunday morning when I'm ready, not when they're hungry. I do want breakfast in bed, but then I want to them to leave so I can spend a few hours watching Hallmark romance movies or Snapped, undisturbed. I want to roll out of bed at noon and take a nice, long, uninterrupted shower and eat ice cream for lunch. I had hopes for Mother's Day 2017.
I'd planned my weekend weeks ago. Friday was to be spent, alone, working from home. On Saturday, I was going to a mommy bloggers brunch and then dinner with my friends. Sunday morning would begin my TV watching marathon and then I'd figure it out as the day went on. I was genuinely excited.
My fantasy came to an abrupt end when I received a call at 12:23 pm on Friday afternoon, from the school nurse.
Nurse: Hi, is this Mrs. Shea?
Nurse: Umm...I'm here with Marley. She says she's nauseas and that she threw up 6 times.
Me: Uh huh?
Nurse: Would you be able to come and pick her up?
Me: Sure, I'll be there shortly
Now, my kid was fine when I dropped her off in the morning, but I guess during lunch her stomach may have remembered that mom was home and decided it was a good time to get upset. We spent the next few hours with me rubbing her back before I had to pick up the other two lovely ladies. Dad was stuck in a meeting, so it was a very long night.
Saturday morning we woke up to pouring rain, and off we went to girl scouts. The big girls were competing in their version of "Cupcake Wars." It was fun and they had a blast but I missed brunch and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to convince them that I didn't need to try each and every cupcake that they'd decorated.
When I finally came home, I noticed that my husband cleaned the entire house. Roses and jewelry don't do it for me but a spotless home is the best form of foreplay. In addition to enjoying the evening while the kids slept, we stayed up late to watch Melissa McCarthy kill it as Sean Spicer. I think I may have been asleep for about 20 minutes before I heard "Mom. Mom. Where are you? Come and get me?" I spent the next 6 hours trying to keep myself on the bed as this toddler kicked me in the side, back, butt and every other body part she could reach. At 6 am, the middle one rushes in to give me a hug and to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. A bit early, but I appreciated it and hugged her right back. Thankfully, I was successful in convincing her that she needed at least another hour of beauty sleep. Now there were four of us in the bed.
I finally eased my way out, careful not to wake anyone. I tiptoed downstairs, ready to catch up on Scandal, only to hear footsteps a few minutes later. I turned of my show and gladly received the hugs, the potted plants and the hand crafted Mother's Day cards, secretly looking forward to what dad had in store. It was lovely. I asked for a new wedding band, but got a beautiful, sexy Coach carryall bag. Clean house, perfect bag...the man knows me well.
The perfect topper to weekend would have been to finish it off at a B&B with the hubby or a trip to Sedona with my friends but instead we're going to Kalahari Resorts, one of the many waterparks in the Poconos. Definitely not my first choice for a relaxing Mother's Day weekend but they had an awesome 2 for 1 deal that we couldn't pass up.
It kind of seems like this was more their weekend than mine. LOL.
I had plans and they were good, but you know what they say "when you try to make plans, God decides it's the perfect moment to have a good laugh." Although things didn't go as I'd hoped, I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. I can't thank these 3 beauties enough for giving me the opportunity to celebrate Mother's Day any way they want. I love them and life would be truly boring without them.
Happy Mother's Day to all of the beautiful moms out there and don't forget to thank your kids for their contribution to you day.