When ever there is a holiday, be it Christmas, Mother’s Day, my birthday, I always go through a day or two after feeling kind of blah.
I think it stems from my inner “youngest child” and not wanting to let go of the magic the day brings and liking to be the center of attention. So now that Mother’s Day is over I have to face reality of real life. I sort of blame my hubby, see he spoils me rotten on Mother’s Day. I don’t get just one day I get an entire weekend. 2 days free of cleaning, dishes, listening to my kids and type of worry at all. I get to spend the entire weekend, in bed and my p.j.’s if I want, doing nothing but offering hugs & kisses when the kids come in just to check if I’m still around and breathing.
So tomorrow it’s back to the grind. Back to waking up and getting kids ready for school, fixing lunches, laundry, homework, fixing dinner and being the real mom I got a break from being.
So thank you to my husband for always making me feel so special on my special day and thank you do my boys for allowing me to be a lazy blob and leaving me alone.
