I know you were all waiting with bated breath (this is a phrase I actually kind of hate, so I don't know why I used it, but there you are) to know if I spent Mother's Day, um, not being a mother.
Yup. Sort of. The morning was typical, in that we all got up early* and Cubby played outside with tools all morning while A. moved his fence to put his sheep on new pasture. Except I did request that A. make crepes, which he did. A selfless gesture on his part, since he doesn't even eat them.
The big difference, however, was that I knew as soon as Cubby went down for his nap at noon, I was running away. Which I did. All the way to the Not-as-Small City.
Okay, so it's only 45 minutes away, but it was still pretty exciting.
Not that I did anything very exciting. I went to a book sale and bought eight books for eight dollars. I went to the quite large and actually sort of famous farmers market and had a very good chicken pita. I went to Target and bought a new shower curtain liner to replace our current mildew-stained one with holes in it.
So, you know, nothing extraordinary. Except I didn't have a toddler in tow. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was gone a whole five hours. When I got home, A. grilled some meat and the MiL made the rest of dinner, along with a rhubarb pudding for dessert.
It was a good day.
* I got up at 5 a.m., because I am STILL SICK GODDAMIT and my throat hurt after a night of coughing and mouth breathing, so I decided to just get up and take a hot shower and have some tea already. I'm mostly recovered now, except for an occasional coughing fit and the fact that I have almost lost my voice. A. got sick again too, and the two of us have been passing the tissues and Fisherman's Friend back and forth for days. Bullshit, all of this.