Sometimes the simplest days are the best.
I didn’t want to do a whole lot for Mother’s Day. I didn’t want my people to cook for me, because, um, messy kitchen. I also didn’t want to go out to eat. We have very limited choices in town and I didn’t feel like spending half the day in the car and then waiting on a restaurant line. I really just wanted to spend the afternoon outside.
So, we took a swing by the grocery store, picked up a box of ready made friend chicken and a platter of already washed and cut fruit, and headed down to the river for a picnic.
The sun was shining and it was an all around lovely afternoon.
I even came home and took a little nap.
My son – he knows me well. He gave me two giant size Hershey’s Dark Chocolate bars. I already ate one. I call it “mommy’s medicine”, and I am convinced that one day, they will find female hormones in chocolate.
It’s my version of hormone replacement therapy.
My daughter gave me a really cute big plastic water cup. Perfect for work.
My husband, well, he means well. He gave me two packs of Slim-fast. Yes. He. Did.
He was trying to be encouraging, because he noticed I spent six of the last seven days on the treadmill.
In his defense, he worked an extra electrical job earlier this week and gave me the money to go shopping, so he’s forgiven, even if Slim-fast may be worse than a toaster for Mother’s Day.
I hope your Mother’s Day was as special as mine.
Please tell me you didn’t get Slim-Fast too!