[insert crazy flashback montage with creepy music]
On Saturday, I went to a friend's house. This is odd for me. I rarely go anywhere without my kid in tow but Justin and I decided it was time we started doing things as adults. I stayed out late - for me at least - midnight. I know watch out! party animal over here. I pull into the driveway and what do I hear? My child screaming and crying. Now I transform into all out mommy mode and burst through my front door expecting a there to be a maniac in my house. But no. Jay is crying. Justin is trying to calm down. It's just not working.
Mistake #1: Jay is beyond tired.
Mistake #2: Justin is trying to reason with an out of control three year old.
Mistake #3: You aren't mama.
I send Justin to bed, bribe Jay with ice cream for breakfast, and all is right in the world.
Flash forward to actual mother's day morning. Jay pops his head in the room and says good morning. I nudge Justin. nothing. i slightly lay on top of him. nothing. i scream good morning! nothing. Fine. I'm up. [insert a couple of expletives here] Walk out into the hallway and BAM! the grossest, nastiest vomit smells hit me straight in the face. Happy mother's day to me.
Feed the kid.
Steam clean the hallway.
Justin wakes up.
I patiently wait for "Happy mother's day!" or the amazing present.
and I wait.
and I wait.
I am no longer patient.
We pack up and head to his mother's house. I make sure to exaggerate not leaving her gift behind. I big ole HINT HINT hitting Justin in the face. ugh. at this point I feel it will be useless to even try.
Show mother-in-law her gift.
Cook her dinner.
Clean her kitchen.
Head home irritated.
Sigh loudly hoping Justin picks up on the aggravation.
20 mins pass.
"Something wrong dear?"
"What? Oh, I mean, did you realize that today was mother's day? I mean i didn't even get a card from you."
[insert 100 million excuses]
i'm done - bath time for mama.
the house gets strangely quiet.
get out the tub and what do I find?
a card, a dvd, and a very apologetic husband.
I guess in general I could be super mad at him. He forgot that I was in labor for over 24 hours to finally have to have an emergency c-section where they ripped my big headed child from me. I have the video to prove this and we sometimes bring it out for parties.
But really it could be a lot worse. I know he loves me with all his heart and knows that I am the best mom in the world.
On to something a little less sad. Have you seen this fancy little project on pinterest?
that's our family.
If you have better talent than I do and want to make one, I did mine at 450 instead of 350. I did the thirty mins but then I let the plate cool down in the oven. I may try this again after some art classes.