Mothers Day is always a careful balance between wanting to celebrate with my kids (this year alone I received nine crayon renditions of hearts, not to mention countless hugs, a million wishes for a Happy Mothers Day, a bag of potpourri Catie made at school, and two cardboard boxes the twins decorated) …and wanting some quiet time by myself.
But who wants to be the mom who says, “I love being a mother! I adore all of you! God has blessed me beyond my wildest hopes by giving me kids like you! Now, leave me alone to read blogs and eat your leftover Easter candy!”
This year was a nice balance between the two. We went to church (always a crowded Sunday because the moms insist), had lunch with friends our whole family enjoys, and M. and the kids dropped me off for some quality alone time at the Galleria with 2,000 other moms.
And the best maternity-clothes shopping in town.
Meanwhile M. took the kids to Ikea to look for a new desk chair. You might think I’m regressing 10 years by choosing a desk chair from a store mostly known for their dorm room furniture.
You would be wrong. My current desk chair was given to us when M’s company moved over a decade ago. I’ve seen the same ginormous black chair in Office Depot, and it’s called a Managers Chair–which really means it’s designed for a man who weighs 300 pounds and is at least seven feet tall.
My Ikea chair (M. bragged to me it was the second nicest in Ikea) is a Mother’s Day dream compared to the Manager’s Chair. Small, stylish, compact, and even a little comfortable.
And the other part of the Mothers Day dream was that I got to spend way too much money on maternity clothes I’ll only EVER need for another couple months.
And then I got to spend the night with my kids–and another 3,421 wishes for a Happy Mothers Day!
