On The Second Day Of Mother's Day....

Me, my crew and my lovely gifts!

This morning Evan asked me if it was the second day of Mother's Day. Oh how I like that idea! How can Mother's Day come only once a year? We mama's need at least one day a month. Trust me, we would be much nicer people.

I had an amazing day of love and relaxation. I slept in until 10:00, my poor husband dragging all three kids to Zachary's 9am soccer game. I actually forced myself out of bed at 10, figuring that it would be a shame to spend the entire day sleeping. My husband prepared a lovely brunch and the boys presented me with their adorable, thoughtful homemade gifts. Evan had just about been bursting at the seams to give me the plate he had made for me in preschool. I can honestly say there is nothing sweeter than your child beaming with excitement and pride as they give you something from the heart. I melted.

My husband then dropped me off at the spa where I received a much needed 90 minute massage. Afterwards I browsed the shops on Piedmont Avenue and then met one of my most-kick-ass girlfriend's Ms. Hannah for a cocktail. The day ended with a shrimp dinner and chocolate mousse.

FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.

But now. Oh now. It's back to reality. And oh what a reality. I am incredibly busy with work, the house is in total disarray we are dealing with all that needs to be done to our Denver home before we return there in June, and figuring out how the heck to move out of this house. So much unorganized crap, I don't have the mental capacity to even think about it. My approach may actually be-pack it all up and deal with it... later. Awesome right? Not so much. And while all of this move out/move in stuff speeds ahead we are bogged down with the day to day, epic loads of laundry, meal preparation, play dates, baseball games and birthday party planning. Yes folks, it's birthday season once more.

So yeah...about that second day of Mother's Day? BRING IT.