Laundry and Tears

That's how A. described what I was getting for Mother's Day. The laundry because Cubby's things must be washed every three days if I want him to have a diaper overnight, which, well, I do. Yesterday was a third day, so Mother's Day or not, laundry it was. Tears because Cubby woke at the unhappy hour of 5:30 a.m., which meant he was not particularly chipper by 7:30 when he went back to sleep. Except he didn't want to go back to sleep and spent a good half hour or so alternately crying and babbling to himself in his crib before finally giving in.

So, we didn't really start out so well.

But! During Cubby's second nap I got to go out to the garden and plant some seeds (parsnips, carrots, beets, spinach, and radishes) because the ground is FINALLY drying out. So that was a happy thing. Then the MiL made a delicious pot roast lunch with a rhubarb pudding for dessert, which Cubby actually slept through so I got to eat without fussing around with him. And THEN, in the afternoon after A. was finished mowing and doing various other chores, he took over the primary caregiver duties so I could just . . . do stuff. Or not.

I vacuumed (WAY easier to do when I'm not pulling the cord from Cubby or making sure he's not into the cat litter or whatever). I washed the floor in the bathroom in Cubby's room, which is impossible to do when he's awake and running around and equally impossible when he's asleep in there. I sat down and read for a little while. It was GLORIOUS.

Then we had some nachos and gin sours at cocktail time and the MiL made some strawberry shortcake with whipped cream, which we all ate sitting outside while Cubby ran around and played with sticks.

It may not be everyone's idea of a perfect Mother's Day, but it worked for us.