Anyway, I've got a few Mother's Day awards:
Mother's Day more-viral-than-chickenpox award: This one about the world's toughest job was a bit of a viral hit. Not sure what the company was selling, but if 1% of the 19 million-odd viewers bought whatever it was, I'm pretty sure it was worth the effort.
Mother's Day will-make-you-cry-like-a-baby award: goes to The Honest Toddler for "I Don't Know if I Love You". So, so, beautiful.
Mother's Day most interrupted sleep-in ever: goes to me. By the sixth interruption at 8.30am I gave up and just lay there, pretending to sleep. But faking it wasn't quite as good as the real thing, so after 10 minutes I got out of bed and headed for the shower. Interruptions as follows:
- a baby needing a full outfit change (I hopped out of bed to help)
- a toddler saying he just needed to "calm me down" [cue hair stroking]
- a falling stack of DVDs [cue exclamations from mother in law]
- the baby being brought back in to our room for a sleep
- the glass shattering on our oven door [thanks to Captain Boringvoice and his brother who thought they'd do some house renos]
- the vacuum cleaner sucking up the shattered oven door.
Thankfully the rest of the day was not quite so disturbed.
As the day ended, and I rocked The Sailor to sleep, I realised that this would probably be my last Mother's Day with a baby. I rocked him a little longer that night, savouring his warm little body tucked against me, feeling the fuzz of his head against my lips.
As the day ended, and I rocked The Sailor to sleep, I realised that this would probably be my last Mother's Day with a baby. I rocked him a little longer that night, savouring his warm little body tucked against me, feeling the fuzz of his head against my lips.
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