Everybody is all "La La La Mothers' Day*!" Since Tim left us ALL ALONE for the entire weekend, there wasn't much mothers' day-ing going on around our house. So let me just tell you what we DID do this weekend. Hudson somehow managed to loose one shoe and one sock at school on Friday. They couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't in the trash can, it wasn't in anyone's bag, it wasn't in the dress up purses. Vanished. It's probably under the tons of recycled tires on the playground, slowing being torn to bits as revenge to replace all the bits Hudson has ferried home in his pockets. They weren't spectacular shoes or anything, just some navy blue low top Chucks. I bought them last summer thinking he would be able to wear them by fall, and he's only worn them since February. So, didn't get too much wear out of them, but if the other one is found it will be relegated to a pair of "Jump in water" shoes. I got my mothers' day pot o' flower with the requisite handprints on it and cutesy poem about fingerprints, only to discover that Hudson left me another type of present of the pants variety. So I took my shoeless baby back inside where he was restored to his normal smelling self. He then ate almost an entire bag of cheetoes on the way home. That was all I could afford after filling up my car with $60(!!) in gas.
Then we went home and did all kinds of fun stuff like finger paint, chase each other around with swords, and fill up the laundry basket with water on the patio and dump it out, bucket by bucket. We also managed to cram in some eating french fries and staying up too late.
Saturday we went to Kendall's ballgame and froze our booties off, bought some new tennis shoes to replace the lost Chucks, and a certain young man wore a certain Momma's sunglasses through the mall and to the Mexican restaurant where we had lunch. We took a nap, played, went to Poppy's and played with our cousin during a storm that spawned MORE tornadoes in the state, managed to fall out of the kitchen chair and be very bossy to said cousin.
At one point the cousin took a swipe at Hudson for some totally deserved reason, and Hudson cried and cried and came over to me one the couch and snuggled up in my lap and then stuck out his arm to point and said, "RAINEY DID IT!!" Like I wasn't watching the whole time. Like there was some doubt as to who had banged on who. Hudson, let Momma lay this out for you - if you would quit trying to steal the Barbie race car and play with Lightening McQueen, you wouldn't get swatted by your cousin.
We drove to McGehee the next morning and went to church with my Mom. Of course my sister was late, which meant that I won the begonia for being the youngest Mom there. And they gave all the women a red carnation. There aren't enough young children in the church to necessitate a nursery, so Hudson sat with us the whole time. It wasn't too bad until Kendall and Kaden showed up, then he got a little restless. But there were all good boys. We went back to Nan's and they played with the pretend kitchen while the ladies all ate their lunch in relative peace. Then it was nap time, and Hudson and I both laid down and didn't get up until 4:45! Tim was already home from Birmingham, waiting on us, by the time we left Nan's.
My mothers' day present was some slaw, pimento cheese, and chicken salad from one of my favorite restaurants in Birmingham, Zoe's. It pained Tim just to enter the premises I'm sure. It's a little too frou-frou for his taste, but I ate most of the slaw last night since it doesn't last very long and I'm having pimento cheese and chicken salad for every supper this week until it's gone. I got to sit on the couch for all of Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters while Tim did the bathing and the putting to bed rituals.
Then I tried to go to bed, but I've developed that pregnancy induced restless leg business. Then Tim comes in and turns on the lamp right in my face*** and I had to get up and go to the bathroom since I was awake and stomp around some, endure more leg shaking and then a 4 am wakeup call from the Hud-Hud.
I know it's only Monday, but I'm ready for this week to be over. * Shouldn't Mothers' Day be plural possessive? Becuase it belongs to all mothers? Or do you just say Mother's Day like it's only for your mother? Selfish bastards. It should be for all mothers. Everwhere. Plural. And it's their day, so possessive. Tell me if I'm wrong.
*** I get dressed in the dark almost every day with nothing other than the bathroom light or the closet light on so as not to disturb his highness' extra 20 minutes of sleep. I have a hard time falling asleep now because of the leg shaking, and if it's not that, I wake up several times a night to do any and all of the following: go to the bathroom multiple times, realize I'm about to catch on fire I'm so hot, have the mother of all calf and foot cramps and get up with Hudson - so the lamp business made me want to yell a lot and/or throw a book at him. Slaw or no slaw.
