m-day

I'm nearly a week late on this post, but that's just how being a mother goes, isn't it?  If something isn't an emergency, or at least very urgent, it often doesn't get done right away.  There is a list a mile high of things that I "want" to do or "mean" to do.  But when there is a spare moment that I'm not taking care of the baby, most often I do the things that I "have" to do.

But today Scott has taken Jed to the Father/Son campout for the morning, so I have a few hours to do whatever I want.  I've already spent 3 hours doing various household chores: I organized some of Jed's clothes, took out the trash, put away the dishes, swept the kitchen floor, fought off some sugar ants (they are everywhere these days! Our mild winter didn't kill enough of them), cleaned out my church bag (this went along with fighting off the ants - I left a Starburst in there and they found it), vacuumed - including around a lot of the baseboards, fought off some carpet beetles (also everywhere), took a shower (not a household chore, per se, but needed to be done!), picked up clutter, got stuff ready to take to the thrift store, and cleaned the cat litter.  Not the relaxing morning that I had envisioned, but once I started cleaning I just couldn't stop.  I thought that once Jed was born the nesting instincts would go away, but they haven't.  I have a constant desire for the house to be clean and organized (though it is usually not).

And so far, I haven't written a single word about the intended topic of this post.  I'm very easily distracted - no wonder nothing ever actually gets done around here. :)

Mother's Day (or is it Mothers' Day?).  A day, much like Valentine's Day, that is both loved and hated around the world.  Loved by those who have something to celebrate, and hated by those who WANT to have something to celebrate but don't.  I used to be in the latter category of people.  I wanted a baby for so long.  Every year when M-Day rolled around, I wanted to pull the covers up over my face, stay home from church, and sleep until it was over.  A little dramatic, yes - but hearing about how wonderful motherhood only served as a painful reminder of what I longed for and didn't have.  I knew I was being petty but it was so hard that I didn't care.

Scott made sure my first M-Day as a mother was wonderful.   He got up to make me breakfast while I slept a few more minutes with the baby (who had woken up to nurse and fallen back asleep, so we left him in the bed since we were about to get up anyway).



Scott made me pancakes with fruit and whipped cream, sausages, and juice for breakfast while I took a shower.  We ate together, woke up the baby and got him ready for church, and went.  I didn't make mention of the holiday at church - except for wish a few mothers a happy day - in an effort to be sensitive to anyone who might be feeling the same way I had felt.

After church we came home and ate lunch, then went to a nearby park to enjoy the beautiful weather:

Hanging out with Daddy

My favourite baby in the world

 Jed begged and begged me to take him down the slide, and since I'm a pushover I gave in and took him.

I'm not quite sure what he thought of it!

After the park we went home to watch Megamind, which Jed had bought me, and eat my Lindt truffles, which came from Scott.  After that Scott treated me to a steak dinner (you'd think he knows me or something) and a relaxing evening watching Netflix and eating ice cream. 

And because I got to spend it with my husband and child, it was a perfect day.