One of the most wonderful parts of beginning this blog was finding out I am not the only totally dysfunctional Mama out there- there are so many more crazy women out in the world who are flailing through life, feeling like miserable failures and powerful gladiators at the same moment. This was never more apparent to me than last week. Mother’s Day not only a let-down (and not in the awkwardly-wet-booby-spot-on-your-shirt- way) for me- but many of you also had Mother’s Days that sucked! That’s awesome! Well, not really awesome but it made me feel like I wasn’t the only one who didn’t get breakfast in bed, only to open the silver dome over my perfectly cooked eggs (which we don’t even have, but I picture it with the dome) to find some exquisite piece of sparkle. Now if you were one of the ones who got the dome, good for you. But instead of the dome, I awoke to fighting, yelling and three little pains in the ass… And a big one in the neck. On the heels of my last post, we decided this weekend would be a Mother’s Day Do-Over.
I enjoyed tee-ball, Big Truck Day with the kiddos (with no fights or whining- shocker!), a fire in the yard, marshmallows- and plenty of chocolate- wine spritzers and a very special date with my man. Sunday was filled with gardening, rolling in the grass with the three wonders who made me a Mama, a great workout and impromptu dinner with neighbors (which of course included more wine). It was a wonderful Do-Over Weekend!
I hope that all you Mamas who had a rough Mother’s Day got your Do-Over. It felt beyond necessary to be appreciated and my ability to not have crazy expectations enabled me to feel the joy of playing with my children. The comfort of spending time with my husband. To feel the love of Mamahood. That’s what Mother’s Day is about. I didn’t need flowers (or the fricken silver dome) to have a meaningful day. I just needed my children. And the handsome guy who gave these wonderful little souls to me.
But a pedicure would have been nice too…
Mama Gets Real… Toes are a wreck.