Mother's Day isn't even over and I'm already bummed about returning to reality.
Today, I was on the mellow side. I had stuff on my mind; Max's cerebral palsy is causing some trouble (more on that tomorrow), and I also kept thinking about my dad. My mom hadn't wanted to hang—she is anti Mother's Day hoopla, whereas I am fully in favor of having my family worship me.
Saturday afternoon, Dave sent flowers, and I have no idea how he figured out I wanted pink peonies. Last night, we hung out and watched the Lady Gaga concert, and I felt about ninety five years old.
Today, we planted more vegetables in the garden that Maxsutawney Phil will surely enjoy. Max also played softball on his team —!!! (pics coming soon).
I begged the kids to let me get just one shot of them together, I hardly have any.
As good as it gets.
Later, we had our first BBQ of the season in which we barbecued spaghetti, per Max's request. (I sneak-cooked it in the kitchen while he was outside, then wrapped it in tin foil and threw it on the barbecue.) The rest of us had steak/veggie kabobs, salmon and asparagus.
Happily, Max did not ask to barbecue chocolate ice-cream. Instead, he insisted on taking me to Cold Stone Creamery because he is good-hearted that way.
Right before bed, presents.
Flowers from Sabrina.
An Andy Warhol-esque photo collage from Max...
...and a purple-esque butterfly.
A card from Sabrina...
...along with her list of Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Mom, which her teacher transcribed. I wonder what the woman thought of #9, where Sabrina claimed I helped her clean the house. If that didn't make the teacher alert the authorities, #8 probably did: "I love my mom when she makes me laugh by stepping on me." Sometimes, when Sabrina is lounging on the floor, I'll put my foot on her belly and tickle her. For the record, I do not actually step on her. Happily, Sabrina did not mention the part where I pretend to sit on her.
They're coming to get me. Meanwhile, I hope you were properly worshipped on Mom's Day!
