He was hiding flowers! That would explain why I briefly thought his shit smelled like roses.
Not just for me, either. He and Kendall picked out two bouquets and crammed them artistically arranged them in vases for my mom and me.
I’m not going to say I will rearrange them. Not sure I can do any better of a job.
When Kendall helped Scott bring them out to me this morning he proudly presented them to me and exclaimed, “BUGS!” As in, “Look, Mom! I got you some bugs. They happen to live on these wowers.” So I think it’s more fitting to say the boy gave me bugs for Mothers Day, along with a beautiful habitat for them to reside… until I unintentionally kill them all (the flowers, might intentionally kill the bugs).
(Note: at this moment, I’ve yet to find any bugs visible to the grown up eye, but it’s possible he sees the smaller ones because, you know, he’s smaller.)
I wish I could say the rest of the day was full of fantastic surprises involving sparkly things and pedicures, but to tell the truth, I was completely worthless until 2. I slept, nibbled, whined and complained nearly the whole day until I finally decided to put my big girl panties on and deal with it so we could all get out of the house. We had a nice dinner at Fireside Pies (a pizza joint, not a dessert pie place like I originally thought, which would have been AWESOME), and dessert at Central Market. That’s how fickle I was feeling. We had to go to a grocery store with, like, a whole STORE of options before I could figure out what I wanted/if I wanted dessert.
Even though the day was quite simple, I have to say my husband has improved his Mother’s Day skillz x100 since my first one 2 years ago. I spent the early morning hours in the ER with Kendall, screaming from colic while we thought he must have had an invisible twin trapped inside his abdomen, clawing it’s way out. Scott left me at home with the screaming infant that afternoon, disappeared for 2 hours and came home with a piece of cake and a card. That’s it. No pre-planning involved, no thinking something a bit bigger would have been appropriate for the mother of his first born whose nipples were – AT THAT MOMENT- being ripped off by this being that shot out of her vagina mere days before, leaving behind tears, stitches and bleeding that would require massive pads that would give her CONTACT DERMATITIS. Down. There. (Always pads are evil. I’ve told you all this before. If you haven’t read my rant, go here.)
So at least this time it was flowers, and at least he bought them yesterday. And really, what more can I ask for than a husband who cleans up around me as I lay on the couch, whining about how I’m hungry but nothing sounds good, and don’t you dare talk to me about food, don’t even suggest things because if you suggest the wrong thing and I have to think about it and think about what it smells like I might want to puke.
All in all, a good Mother’s Day 🙂
What about you? How was it? What did you get? What did you give? Don’t you dare tell me cleaning products (Do you know I got a PR pitch “just in time for Mothers Day” about a line of cleaning products for Bon Ami??)