|Jack dipping his corn and french fries in his applesauce. Yum!|
had a memory of me as a kid. I remember asking my mom, why there is a Father’s
Day and a Mother’s Day, but no kids day. And she said, “that’s because every
day is kid’s day”.
true. But now as a mom I know it’s the truth. Every day is kids day.
hubs put some effort into making Mother’s Day about me.
I got to sleep in for as long
as I liked which, was really only a half hour longer than normal but it was
Sunday morning delights, a chocolate frosted cinnamon roll donut, a Carmel latte
and the Sunday paper. And though my attempts at reading the paper uninterrupted
were foiled by a little boy who’s current obsession is sitting on his mama’s
lap, it was still wonderful.
walked around Smithville, one of my favorite places, where I picked up my favorite
treat chocolate covered gummy bears.
but didn’t feel the same way about the Merry Go Round. He screamed so much we
had to exit the ride before it started.
early dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants, Smitty’s Clam Bar. They
do not take reservations and even though we arrived at 4:30 the wait was over
an hour. But Jack hung in there like a champ and was a good boy throughout the
meal ,even if he threw all the sugar packets on the floor and only ate his French
my mom’s to watch the finale of Desperate Housewives. When the show premiered I was in college and home on the weekends. On
Sunday nights I would watch Desperate with my mom and then jump in my car and
drive back to school. It was our little tradition so it was nice to watch the
day with my family but still got to spend some quality time with my mom. She’s
my best friend and one of the things I miss about my life before kids, is all
the time my mom and I had just the two of us.
laundry (sigh) and emptied the dishwasher (double sigh), but it was still nice
to feel like a bit of the day was about me, even though let’s face it, it’s
just another kids day.
Hosted by Krystyn at Really, Are You Serious?