It's Mother's Day. I think that this is supposed to be one of those sentimental days - one where people buy the real Hallmark cards with the pretty pictures rather than Shoebox or Maxine. I must confess that I am not the sentimental type, especially about Mother's Day. Don't get me wrong; I love my kids and I love being a mother, but those things happen every day, not just on Mother's Day.
I don't have a very good track record for Mother's Day celebrations. Last year I spent the day in bed with a stomach virus. The year before that I spent in the ER with Mike because he had a kidney stone. This year was was not so bad - I cleaned my bathroom. Really cleaned - cleared everything off the counters and scrubbed, disinfected the shower, scrubbed the grout with a toothbrush, washed all the towels and rugs. I love being a mother! Actually, I love it when everything is clean. This is a real treat because it happens so infrequently. It was my gift to myself. Now that the tub is clean I could have a nice soak in the jacuzzi tub. Hmmm . . .
What did my kids give me for Mother's Day? Well, they too cleaned their rooms. Another great gift. I like it when I can walk into their rooms and not trip over a week's worth of dirty laundry or be overcome by the smell of said laundry. Also, all the glasses have been returned to the kitchen! I can have friends over and we do not each have to have a straw and share the same glass. It really is the simple things in life that make me happy. Well, and cookies.
Brooke made me vegan peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. They are REALLY good. Don't let the vegan part worry you. If I didn't tell you they were vegan, you would never know. I promise. I had a few while taking breaks from the scrubbing bubbles. I could probably eat a whole batch but I was good.
Tonight, after finishing folding the laundry, I came for one last cookie. There were only two left. OK, I know that I did not eat more than two or three. I asked Brooke where she had put the rest. We came to the conclusion that Adidas had helped himself. Two problems here: chocolate is bad for dogs and HE ATE MY COOKIES. I guess no one told him it was Mother's Day and he should be nice to me! He seems to have no ill effects from the chocolate.
And the other half of the parental unit? He is in South Africa. The lengths some people will go to to get out of buying a gift. I could just buy my own. Nah, shopping is too much trouble. I'll just buy Brooke some brown sugar so she can make me more cookies. Then I will eat them all before the dog gets to them. Fat and happy - that should work.
On this Mother's Day, I wish you all clean bathrooms and lots of cookies!
