So for Mother’s Day, I just wanted to be alone. I wanted to have five hours to do whatever I wanted, in my own damn home, with my pajamas on., completely by myself. This mostly would entail catching up on school work, business admin work, or finally cleaning my house – not fun sounding but the stress relief would have been better than a spa day.
It didn’t happen.
I was so frustrated and annoyed, but as I sit here nursing and kissing those chubby cheeks, I can’t help but think how thankful I am to have such a loving husband, funny and intelligent little boy, and how amazing this crazy, maddening, whirlwind of chaos known as my life is.