Or Mother’s Day… you say potato I say potato(e).
This morning I woke up to two little feet pushing on my back, and at least two little people snoring, and opening my eyes, Nate, my middle guy, was almost nose to nose with me beside my bed.
“Happy Mother’s day, Mumma. I love you.” he whispered before climbing on top of me for a hug, which woke up the twins on the my other side. So I woke up to a giant cuddlefest and lots of “I love you"s – it was perfect. Nate offered to make me breakfast, but last year we went to the pancake Mother’s Day breakfast the Lions put on as a community fundraiser, and it was so nice (plus no kitchen mess) I thought we should do it again.
I had answered some happy mother’s day email/gchat wishes, and got us all ready to go. Georgia wanted us to wear our matching sundresses, even though it was pouring rain, and the boys all wore button up shirts, ties, and Thomas and Oliver wore their vests. Oliver insisted on wearing his tie outside of his vest – "Mumma, it’s a very nice tie, and I want people to look at it.”
Now we are home, and the kids are colouring pictures, as I have said that the TV is off, music is on, and it’s a no-electronics kind of inside day. I’m earning the bitch part, today. Thankfully, after such a huge breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausages, the snack part can wait for a bit.
I hope all you Moms out there are having a great day!