What would really make Mother’s Day awesome? Not a carnation, not a petunia in a cute terra-cotta pot- but if we all got to skip church completely. I mean, really.

At dawn, I was woken by two exhuberant boys who had made me “breakfast in bed”- and by that I mean a cheese chunk and mayonnaise sandwich. Lots, and lots or mayonnaise. Lots. They were so excited and eager, screaming and gleefully screeching of “EAT! MOM! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! EAT!! WE MADE IT FOR YOU! EAT!” before I had even gotten up to pee.

My husband saved the day. He cleaned up the incredible mayonnaise mess in the kitchen, let me sleep after the sandwich was taken away, swept and mopped the floors, and he got the kids ready for church. It was lovely. I felt like a man for the day!

The night before, Mo Mommy and I went out for a girls’ night- leisurely dinner at a cute Italian place, (it’s amazing how quickly we become human again with no kids around), ice cream at the odd little shop down the street, and a trip to the grocery store so neither of us had to cook dinner on Sunday. I’ll let Mo tell you herself about the escapades on the frozen food aisle- it involved a large stack of cardboard boxes and some falling. She refused to give me a replay so I could film it, drat her! We both proudly served frozen lasagna, frozen mac n’ cheese and frozen garlic bread for Mother’s Day Dinner.

How was your day?