This Mother’s Day was motherhood in a nutshell for me. A day of highs and lows.
I’m sick again with a cough I caught from Bub, who caught it from preschool last week.
I snapped at Bub this morning for not washing his hands when I asked him to, after he laid on the garage floor.
I was hungry and cranky when I snapped at Steve because I hadn’t eaten breakfast.
While in the kitchen making lunch, I felt guilty for ignoring G, who was in the living room crying and clawing at Steve to try to get to me.
I held G in my lap as I tried to eat my eggs and kimchi.
I was exasperated when Bub wanted me to carry him everywhere.
On the other hand, Steve did everything he could to make me happy.
After I put G down for her morning nap, I got special 1:1 time with Bub when we went to the forest preserve together.
We had an impromptu family dance party before the kids took their afternoon naps.
Both kids napped at the same time and woke up at the same time.
We managed to get out of the house this evening. It was a gorgeous weekend weather-wise.
At bedtime, Bub, completely unprompted, said, “Happy Mother’s Day. I love you.”
Even the hard parts of motherhood would be easier if every day was Mother’s Day.