My Mother’s Day was filled with delightfulness. I got to sleep late, awoke to kids sooooo excited to give me my cards and presents (homemade necklaces! handmade cards! a new Coach bag for my computer! a massage gift certificate!). After everyone got dressed, we headed out to my most favoritest brunch place in the city, M. Henry’s, where we put our name in for an hourlong wait. Thankfully we had a very handy app developed by a school friend (Playground Pointers — if you’re local, check it out!) so we found a nearby playground and the kids had a blast running around in the sunshine. Josh taught them how to play Cops and Robbers, which was slightly questionable in the political correctness arena, but they freaking loved it and we all actually played together nicely.
Our brunch featured a breakfast bread pudding with fruit, a little dish called Blisscakes (pancakes layered with creme anglaise, blackberries and granola), a fried egg/bacon/cheese sandwich on sourdough bread and brioche French toast. It was pretty much dessert for breakfast and it was freaking delicious. Of course pickypants Maeve didn’t like any of it, so we got silver-dollar pancakes for her and there was MORE FOR ME.
During Maeve’s nap I took the big kids for haircuts, because I actually enjoy doing that and then dropped them off at home while I walked down to the grocery store and Sephora BY MYSELF. I then got a manicure while Josh took them to play outside and came home to read a book in my bedroom ALONE. I emerged to read bedtime books and kiss everyone goodnight and then enjoyed an amazing sushi and red wine dinner in front of last week’s episode of Mad Men with Josh.
My massage that Josh had thoughtfully arranged for that night was canceled when the therapist called in sick, but was rescheduled for tonight during the witching hour between dinner and bedtime, so really, it’s kind of better than having it actually ON Mother’s Day! Score!
The day was everything I wanted it to be — some time both with and without the kids. And since Josh had to deal with all the unpleasantness of making meals, cleaning up and administering punishments, I simply enjoyed myself. He’s really excited for Father’s Day, as you can imagine.