So imagine my dismay after getting up with Tessa every hour Saturday night. Then finally bringing her into my bed at 6:30 so that Allen could take her. Except he kept sleeping. Before I could throw my pillow at him, Tess had fallen fast asleep, nuzzled into my neck. Instead of kicking Allen's butt out of bed, I soaked in my baby. Kissed her scented soft baby hair, breathed her sweet baby breath, cuddled with her soft baby skin. Then Ryder excitedly popped into the bedroom, whispering to Allen to wake up so they could "make mommy her special breakfast." Snuggled and warm I fell asleep to the sounds of sweet clamor in the kitchen.
That is what Mother's day is all about. Relishing my children. Every last ounce of them. Getting the day off is great because it is restful, and satisfying to see Allen do my job, but it is also the perfect opportunity to sit back and watch the wonderment of my children. To watch them love me. To fully appreciate every aspect of these little beings.
Needless to say, my morning turned out perfect. I was awoken to scrumptious waffles and showered with sweet cards and gifts: Resistance bands from Linley, a yoga ball from Ryder (surely daddy wasn't hinting at anything), delicious shampoo, conditioner and body wash from Allen. Oh, and the stick vac I have been begging for.
Side Note: I have a serious obsession with vacuums. I love my Dyson for the big jobs, but I vacuum every surface of my house once a day, and the high traffic areas at least twice. It's a genetic disorder. Regardless, daily lugging that heavy Dyson up four levels of house is not feasible. So I was using my Electrolux Pronto for a long time. But I sucked the life out of that puppy and wanted an upgrade. Allen told me the Hoover was ridiculous because I could by 2 more Prontos for that price. I told him he couldn't put a price on my happiness. Still, it had been months and there had been no resolution.
When I got out of the shower, there was a beautiful box waiting for me on my bed. I screamed and giggled. Some girls like diamonds. I like things that suck.
Church was wonderful. The men took over Primary and the Relief Society fed us. That would be the definition of Sunday perfected.
Dinner was fabulous. Went to a friends house where the boys cooked for us girls. Delicious
Such a perfect day. So how do I go about getting mother's day to last a week?
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So how is that stick vac working out for you? I think I am due for a new vacuum. And if Bret thought I wanted to shell out money for something that would help me stop drowning in dirt and disorder I think he would absolutely shell out. Allen does not know how lucky he is.
Sometimes I wonder if you aren't a Stepford wife...
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