Mother's Day 2008

So, this year I was told I was going to sleep in as late as I wanted. After hearing Braydon scream for Daddy for what seemed to be 20 minutes, I came down to find him in need of a TV buddy while dad was on the pot. Had he not been sick, I would have ignored his desperate screams and let dad handle it. Nope, he was poopy and I needed to know he was ok. I don't ever remember my mom getting the day to herself...I don't remember doing anything special for mom other then going to church (normal) and getting her flowers...a flower to be exact...and my dad always got me one too. My kids decided I needed breakfast made for me. So, chocolate captin crunch, an apple (with the sticker on it) and bananas covered in honey and cinnimon with a surpising hint of mint it was. the mint was overpowering. Mint extract on bananas is not a flavor one enjoys or would ever ask for again. It was the thought that counts. The mint flavor also found its way into my coffee...the one reheated in the microwave from the night before. My dear husband thought he would do good by making a fresh pot of coffee for me. Don't ever let anyone who doesn't drink coffee make coffee. It was strong...3 scoops too strong. It was the thought that counts. but I had to make a new pot of coffee. All in all is was a nice day, planted in the garden and around the yard, spent with the kids...the only way i really enjoy it...the only way i would want to spend it again.