Last night Sadie offered to bring me breakfast in bed for this morning, but that would mean she'd have to wake up before 6 a.m. and she can't seem to see this side of 9:30 a.m. on the weekends. And I don't like eating meals in bed. It's like eating in the bathroom. Or wearing pajamas to work. Or anything else that you normally do one place and do it somewhere else. I can't think of any examples, so feel free to insert your own ideas here. I ended up making yogurt pancakes and sausage with hot maple syrup because it needed to be done. And it was delicious.
We went to church and there was a drawing for a Mother's Day gift basket that had a candle, coffee mug, Starbucks gift card, and some other lady things. I think just general lady things and not "lady things" although I would certainly appreciate a good stockpile of free tampons. The only requirement for winning was having pushed something out of your lady bits, so I qualified but I only got to put my name in once. I didn't win the basket, so Mother's Day was pretty much ruined. I wonder if they'll give away a Father's Day basket. What would be in there? Spark plugs, hunting magazines, dirty shop rags, random computer parts, Corn Nuts, Big League Chew, and neck ties? I hope they ask me to make a gift basket. It sounds like I really know the male species.
After church we went to Aldi because It's What We Do. And the kids get mad when there is no more food in the pantry. We reach riot status when I fail to buy "good snacks." Well, "good snacks" leads to "childhood obesity." Instead I buy cheese crackers and dried fruit, cereal, plain yogurt, fresh fruit. I did buy sugar infused granola bars. It's like I'm barely fit for motherhood.
We came home and unloaded the groceries, watched the approaching tornadic activity. It got a little scary while Chris and Sadie were making a chocolate pie for dessert. I like inclement weather until it starts to get real. I had to put on shoes, Internet. Ben said they had to shut down Whataburger and everyone went into the bathroom since the tornado sirens were going off. When it calmed down, Chris visited his mom while I prepared dinner for everyone since we were all going to be in the same place at the same time for dinner. Wheeee! I never got to take my Mother's Day nap but I did finish watching Music and Lyrics, so it was not a complete waste of a day even though I didn't win the gift basket from church.
After dinner I got to open my present of a Starbucks gift card and reusable cup because I lurve the environment. I let Ben open my last present since he was the only one not to know what it was as Chris and I purchased it together and Sadie wrapped it. Someone should get to experience the element of surprise. It was a glass tea pitcher with matching glasses in case you were wondering. I'd been wanting one FOR YEARS but never got around to buying one because I'm not Martha Stewart, instead using my plastic one from 1973. I think it's plastic. It might be lead. Or asbestos. Sometimes my tongue tingles after I drink tea and I can't remember my name. Well, no more. Moving up in life.
Chris and I took the dogs for a walk and had to cut it short because 1.) clouds were gathering and made me nervous and 2.) the dessert was making my stomach very stabby. It was a most uncomfortable sensation because everything upsets my stomach. Things always seem like a good idea -- donuts, beef jerky, whipped cream, pizza, hot chocolate, milk shakes, hot dogs, soda, anything fun or delicious. Then it's an angry pit of fire unleashing fury on my digestive tract. I love getting older. I hope I've passed this on to my children as well because I like to be a giver. Happy Mother's Day, kids!