That's what a friend said she hoped I am having, the Mother's Day I deserve. I don't know if I am or not. I suppose so.
Corey is not here.
I had to cancel plans for time with my mother and Corey, and part of me is relieved.
We started this weekend with a vomiting toddler and a teething infant. The tooth has again receded, so we'll get to go through all that again.
Tom's brilliant idea for a Mother's Day gift was to put a rosemary hedge in front of our house, something I've been longing for since we had to leave our rosemary plant at our old apartment when we moved. Only the general consensus from the informational cards we read at one big box place and the person we spoke to at a local nursery is that the shade from our north-facing house will likely kill the plants next winter. Same thing with lavender. Or any plant that we would actually want to put there. Plenty of sun in the backyard, but no sprinklers and I do not think that Tom's "if we're diligent" suggestion is likely to happen. We remember to water the front lawn because we see it every day.
Fynnie and I just woke up from a lovely nap and either a pox is upon her or she has been bitten repeatedly on her abdomen, chest and back.
And I'm on my period which, true to form for the past few months, has come with a really nasty attitude. I told Tom that I'm thinking about talking to my doctor about it. He said it doesn't seem like anything's that different. Fortunately, for both our sakes, I have the sense that he meant things aren't as bad as I'm making them out to be. But he doesn't hear all of the things that I say under my breath nor the things that I somehow wrestle my tongue out of saying.
So... is it the Mother's Day I deserve? (That's a rhetorical question!)