It’s Mother’s Day and while many moms woke to the smell of breakfast in bed… my nosebuds experienced a different delight… baby poo. Yuppers. Willow chose to fill her diaper at around 5:52 this morning. What happened to my constantly constipated baby? Happy Mother’s Day!
As I headed downstairs I was greeted by my son demanding breakfast. After fixing up his favorite… he asked “is this Mother’s Day?” I told him it is. His reply? “Well we’re not going to celebrate you today… because you got mad at me for pounding on the table yesterday.” Happy Mother’s Day!
After breakfast… my eldest daughter proudly presented me with a homemade card. I barely finished saying “thank you” when she snatched back the beautifully decorated envelope saying “I want the envelope back because it’s my last one.” Happy Mother’s Day!
Seriously… Happy Mother’s Day everyone! I love being a mom! Maybe I’ll get a shower today!