I've been savouring the memory of Mother's day. Rolling it over in my mind when I have a rough moment, or feel like screaming. And dudes, I finally get it.
For the past 5 or so years, I've been getting pretty irked around Mother's day. I wasn't a mother myself, and I didn't feel I had required mothering in a fair while. Mother's day, frankly, pissed me right off. I like to think I give my mom the thanks she deserves while the iron is hot, so to speak. Saying thank you, doing little things together, that kind of stuff. Holidays - even Hallmark ones - require a lot of time management, diplomacy and organisation. Spend the right amount of time, the right amount of money, don't favour anyone . . . it's exhausting. Most holidays raise my ire. Hallmark holidays bring me dangerously close to the edge.
Anyway, this year, I was expecting high dramaz around Mother's day. I was expecting heartache and aggravation. And I didn't get any of that.
It began before 6am, when Sweet Pea decided to get up. This was not the high point of the day, btw. I like to think she was just so excited and happy to see me, and get my first Mother's day going.
Let's skip to the good parts:
Mr. Wonderful and Sweet Pea had co-ordinated via telepathy and decided to get me a Lush gift of epic proportions!!
There was a box full of wonderful from my wee girl, and 2 small bags of wonderful from . . . Wonderful!
I showered with this. One of my favourite Lush products. Ever. It was much needed following my early-ass morning.
Our visit with my parents was great. No dramaz, no disasters, we left a little later than we had anticipated.
Our visit with the in-laws was also delightfully drama-free. We left a little later than anticipated once again.
Once we got home and tucked the small girl into her crib, Mr. Wonderful ran me a bath -- with this! The bubbles were up past my ears. Sinful. Decadent. Perfect!! Then, he rubbed my back with this. I was pretty sure I had died and gone to heaven.
And there was plenty more Lush-y goodness where that came from. I still have stuff to use! And I will, one of these days. (This is what's left after a week of indulgence.)
It was all-around, a freakin' great day! I want days like that . . . every day! Now I understand.