By "favorite" I mean I quote it more than the other 342 lines I know.
Yesterday, the boy and Dan/Daddy treated me to:
1. a very full mug of coffee in bed (the kind of "full" where you have to sip it off the top in that gross slurping sound)
2. a new charm for my bracelet and 2 sweet cards (Well, Dan/Daddy's was a little inappropriate, but he thought it was a riot.)
3. homemade waffles and bacon for breakfast
4. a lunch of shrimp, salad, and baked potatoes
5. a nap
6. a clean car (and the fun of hearing Dan/Daddy tell the boy to "hurry up and get over here before the soap dries!")
7. pizza out at our favorite place and a trip to Sonic on the way home
Want to hear something nutso? I felt guilty. Especially when they were washing my car.
I know, I know. It IS crazy. Mother's Day only comes once a year, and I am usually the one doing EVERYTHING around this joint.
So enjoy it, right?
I did enjoy it. With a side of guilt.
It's the way I roll.
But I do not feel guilty about stealing kisses from the little man who calls me "mommy" or "momma" or "mom" (if his friends are around).
Nope... I will never feel guilty about that.
1 comment:
I know the feeling. I did 4 loads of laundry, baked dinner and a pie to ease the guilt. Happy mother's day!
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