Practicing for Mother's Day

It's the day before Mother's Day. It's also Saturday, so, a perfect day to practice for tomorrow. For starters, I rise from my peaceful slumber and begin my laborious search for food (PBS anyone?) at 11:30 am. I live a charmed life, I know, and I do count my blessings every day :-)

I come downstairs to find that the natives have already had their breakfast (my weekend chef, DH, is very reliable), but there's pancake batter left for me, the griddle is set on the counter, some bacon was spared, and the cappuccino machine is set up and ready for me to flick that little button that makes the magic of caffeine happen.

Once I've assuaged the hunger and the need for caffeine to course through my veins, making me the very charming and so lively person that you all know (it's all caffeine powered I'm afraid to admit), I realize that while the kids are playing in the living room, DH is no where to be found. The car, I noticed, is also gone. I ask the natives if they know where Daddy went, to which they both claim ignorance, but my boy adds that Daddy may have gone shopping for my Mother's Day gift. All, right, not a bad deal. So I tell the kiddos that, as I'm practicing for Mother's Day, I'm available if anyone wants to be extremely nice to me and practice some foot or back massage or simply be helpful to me in any way, all day. Baby girl says "OK" and baby boy says, and I quote "I'll keep that in mind".

Tomorrow: breakfast in bed!! But have no fear, before I get there, I have 3 loads of laundry to get through... All is well with the world!