Well Mother's Day was interesting. It started with two night feeds with Baby, who has a stuffy nose and is not a happy chappy. Then the morning was broken with the dulcet sounds of "mummy!" so a sleep in was out of the question, and into the lounge with Miss 2, to watch Dora the Explorer and other age appropriate delights. Of course soon after Baby woke up and joined the action. Mid morning, after a quick trip to drop off flowers to Mum and do some shopping, the domestic diva entered the kitchen: a storm was brewing. A cooking storm: bacon, eggs, roast tomatoes, mushrooms, croissants and blueberry pancakes. I was in the middle of my finest coordinated cooking effort, having delivered Miss 2 some pancakes, when after a coughing fit, she started vomiting. A quick pause for the diva delights...clean the floor...send Miss 2 off for a shower...back to cooking. Brunch was laid out, I was poised, ready for consumption, when Baby decided that he was ready too. I got to eat my food one handed. After lunch both kids fell into a deep sleep, and finally there was quiet. So I decided to make the most of it and went to have a sleep myself.
And now the day is drawing to a close, the air is starting to chill, the light is fading...Miss 2 wants cuddles, Baby is trying to eat tissues from the tissue box, I have a roast on and the dogs are pestering me to be fed.
Ah motherhood, would I swap these experiences for more sleep, quiet dinners out, no nappies, no vomit..? Are you kidding? HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.
