Mother's Day

I guess that since most of this blog is usually dedicated to stories involving my children I should share a Mother's Day tale. Here goes:

Mother's Day morning started with an attempt by my wonderful husband to make me breakfast. He attempted to enlist the boys help in this activity, but neither could be roused out of bed. "Sleeping in" around here is not reserved for holidays, it is our usually weekend routine. Anyway, his attempts at this breakfast were thwarted by MY lack of preparation, i.e. I hadn't shopped for the proper breakfast supplies. So his plan B was to go get us breakfast at Bojangles. Again, neither boy would get out of bed. Scott leaves.

Eventually Ryan wakens and tells me that he did not go with his father because he has a gift for me. He runs off to his room to retrieve his "gift" for me. My heart fills with joy. I must stop here and give you some additional background. Ryan made his First Communion on Saturday and received about $300 as gifts. (FYI - thank you notes are on the way). Well, Ryan comes back and hands me $1. That's right, the generous soul has give his Mother one dollar. Yay, that should cover the $.89 burrito at Taco Bell for lunch!

So Scott returns from Bojangles with breakfast ONLY for the two of us. In his words "these spoiled, lazy kids don't deserve anything." This caused a meltdown in Ryan the likes of which I have never seen. That child went off about his lack of a biscuit, and of course this was all to me, because he would never yell at his father. Oh, the joy!

So Sam, who has neither gotten out of bed nor given me any sort of gift, somehow became my "happy" moment in my Mother's Day morning. What are you gonna do? But alas, all was forgotten a few hours later, and we went on to have a very pleasant day with our own mothers.