“Seriously, whatever you’re doing, just STOP!”
That’s how Mother’s Day started, and most other days of the week aren’t any different.
Seems just when I hit my sleep stride in the wee hours of the morning, one child/any child/take your pick child, decides to wake up and rummage through a drawer filled with tools or make some other repetitive, dream-interrupting noise until I half-wake up enough to hiss those six words. The result being, that I fully wake up every single time.
The same child, to whom I lovingly doled out my first words of the day, was also the first to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day, all on his own, no reminders from papa. That was new this year, my older kids anticipating and remembering all by themselves. So sweet!
Now I know last year something horrible must’ve happened on Mother’s Day because this year, when friends brought up the subject around me, they were cautious and hesitant. Lucky for all, my memory is about as good as the price of gas these days, just keeps getting worse.
Another clue that last year’s honoring of moi must’ve gone awry was how weeks….WEEKS in advance, my husband started mentioning taking me out for breakfast.
Really? Breakfast? But everyone and their mother goes out to breakfast on Mother’s Day. That means I have to like get out of bed and get dressed and stuff. Are you sure?
He was and who was I to squash his efforts? But I knew we were in for trouble when he mentioned places like the Santa Cruz Diner, which is seriously not a bad place, just one that I reserve special for post-last-call-at-the-bars grub…10 years ago! Then he suggested Linda’s Seabreeze Cafe which I love and is about as big as my dining area that is already crowded with the six of us.
I nixed both of these ideas pronto and then ever so subtly dropped hints of where I’d like to go.
“How about brunch at the Chaminade?”
I already knew the Sunday brunch was phenomenal because we took my parents there for their 40th anniversary last year. Plus, I’d read that there would be kid entertainment, so it was a no-brainer.
I imagined a leisurely brunch around 11ish. The Chaminade is a short and pretty hike away from our home, so I told my husband I’d love to start with a family hike there (translation: work up our appetite to get our money’s worth on the buffet) and then take our time hiking back (translation: walk off the bottomless mimosas I planned on drinking).
Like a good wife, I completely trusted my husband to make the proper arrangements, so two days before, I casually asked, “Uh, you made reservations for brunch right?”
Like a good husband, he assured me that of course he had but needed to step away and make a quick phone call.
So, our leisurely hike and brunch was bumped up to the only available time of 9:30 a.m. Yikes!
The main reason why we homeschool is because we can’t get four kids out the door before 10 a.m. and now I’m supposed to get dolled up and hike with 4 kids before 9:30?!
So I jumped out of bed that morning with 45 minutes to spare, which was exactly enough time to decide there was no way in hell we’d make it if we hiked so drive we must. On the plus side, this bought me even more time to undergo my mommy makeover.
And if you’re wondering, it’s true, most of my wardrobe looks like I’m mourning…the sleep I once had!
Brunch was lovely, it really was. The spread was incredible and I plotted my course accordingly: avoid all fruit, bread, crackers, and water because I can ingest that stuff any time. I wanted the goods. I went back to the buffet a total of 4 times! First, I filled my plate with everything savory that just seemed wrong to eat at 9:30 in the morning. Then I went back for the customized omelet and potatoes, followed by the yummy carby belgian waffles and blintzes, not to be outdone by dessert.
It was hard work, let me tell ya, but I really tried to relax and enjoy my meal, letting my husband take over most of the kid duty. He made sure they filled their plates with heaps of fresh, healthy items.
When we finished making pigs of ourselves, we headed over to the balloon twisters who entertained the kids with a plethora of creations unlike any I’d ever seen before.
At this point, I started hearing popping sounds left and right and I couldn’t be sure whether it was balloons or buttons popping off the clothing of overstuffed folks. Thankfully, I was button-free, at least from the waist down.
As I walked away from the Chaminade that morning, I noticed a flyer announcing a Mother’s Day Contest. Describe in 100 words or less why your mom deserves a spa day package.
The last time I won a contest where I had to write 100 words or less I won a paying job, so I’m all over these things.
I entered my mom.
Unbeknownst to me then, I was entered into the contest as well.
So between my mom and I we have a pretty good shot, no? Wish us luck!
Mother’s Day 2012. If last year was a miss (and I honestly don’t remember), this year was definitely a hit, but there are so many interpretations of what Mother’s Day should be and what moms really want that it’s silly to celebrate but once a year. I’m happy holidays exists but I’d much rather sprinkle acknowledgment throughout the year and recognize that much of the time it is. When my kids make special drawings for me and welcome me home from work with excited hugs. When my husband encourages me to take a random evening nap and holds down the fort when I need some spa pampering. When I gaze upon my peaceful sleeping children or stare wide-eyed, laughing as they run circles around me. Those are Mother’s Day moments that make a 24/7 mom feel special year-round.
How was your Mother’s Day and will it require memory loss next year?
UPDATE: MY MOM WON THE GRAND PRIZE! THANKS FOR ALL YOUR GOOD LUCK VIBES!