Yesterday was such a good day. Thanks to P.J. and that trio of kidlets, the day approached Little Kid Birthday status. (And around here, we take things like that oh-so seriously.)
Part of what made it so spectacular was the expectation of household laziness. At least on my part. (I realize how rare and Not The Case this is for many Mamas I know and love- so I appreciate it all the more.) Aside from a jaunt to my favorite breakfast joint- with three extremely well-behaved kiddos, oh my– we hung out at home all day.
There was sleeping in. (Within reason, of course. I think 25 year-old Keely would have palpitations at how incredible 8am feels to 33 year-old Keely.)
There were homemade cards with scribbled (and occasionally ghost-written) sentiments. A shiny new bracelet from my darlin’s. And a new computer battery and tons of my absolute favorite coffee. (Get Back To Work, P.J. seems to say.)
THERE WAS EVEN A NAP.
But even better than the utter lack of housework and cookery was the knowledge that HERE was a holiday which required no work on my part. I felt no (self-imposed) pressure to document reactions and pose unwilling children for pictures. Outfits did not need choosing. You wanna wear jammies until bathtime? Happy Mother’s Day!
It was so glorious that I could cry.
Even the sidewalk loves me today.
However, here’s my dirty little secret: I was so refreshed after such a Special Day that I was almost excited to get back to the routine. Help you with your zipper? Glad you asked. Different breakfast than your sister? Happy to, kid. Handwash the pee out of your favorite blanket? …Sure.
It just goes to prove what I always say: an appreciative handprint card goes a long way towards fostering bodily function goodwill.
I literally always say that.
(Happy Mother’s Day, Mamas.)
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