Oh, Mama!

I had a most excellent Mother's Day this year.  Last year, I may have thrown a big fit on Mother’s Day.  Maybe.  You see, I told Michael that all I wanted was for him to make dinner and do the dishes. 

He didn’t do it.

I was upset.

And I threw a fit like an immature brat.

Fast forward to this year and I again told Michael that all I wanted was for him to make dinner and do the dishes.

The ol’boy listened.  I apparently really scarred him and Eva last year.  In fact, I scarred them so much that at prayers a few nights before Mother’s Day, Eva prayed for the following: “And please bless that Mama will have a good Mother’s Day.  Not like last year.”

Sorry I threw such a big fit.  (Or am I?  I got my way.)

I was invited to Eva’s school for a “Mom’s Rock” celebration where I ate donut holes and played Candyland with my sweet girl.  It was our last Preschool celebration.  (Cue sniffles.)

She had gifts for me: a painted jar with a candle in it and a shrinky-dink keychain with her hand print.

And of course, my favorite part…Eva answers questions about her dear old Mom.

On Mother’s Day proper, Myke and Eva gave me flowers, chocolate, and cards.  My obedient husband then made me a delicious dinner of steak, green beans, and twice baked potatoes.  I was impressed.  And we had 2 desserts so you know I was really impressed! 

What a day!  I sure love being a Mama.