Since Pumpkin has been put to bed on this momentous day, I thought I'd quickly make note of my first Mother's Day happenings. All in all, it was a wonderful day; in fact, a wonderful weekend. Today ended up on a sour note, but up until then, all was terrific.
On Friday, DH came home early, scooped up Pumpkin and they escorted me out the front door for my first gift, a Weeping Pussy Willow tree to mark my first Mother's Day holiday. I also received a beautiful card from my step-daughter that actually contains wildflower seeds in the paper so that I can plant it. It's the neatest and most wonderful idea.
The next day, Nana kept Pumpkin so that Big Daddy Pumpkin and I could have a date night at a friends wedding. I got to be dressed up, made up, liquored up (well, I had a few drinks and got a headache--it's been too long) and had a mood that was up! (I even painted my finger- and toenails.) We saw old friends and had a terrific time sitting with neighbors of the bride and groom, one of whom were in their mid- to late 70's and had just married a year ago after meeting through the Internet! We also knew the photographer from a past trip to Jamaica.
We spent the night at Nana's and DH made breakfast for Nana and Mamma Pumpkin this morning. We then returned home and the entire Pumpkin clan had a nap. Our nap, however, was interrupted by a phone call that our oldest child (I jokingly refer to him as our "college son") needed assistance.
Our college son is DH's dad who returned to his home after a stroke and is taken care of by home-based caregivers. I call him our college son because, while he doesn't live with us, DH still has to tend to him on a regular basis, usually about three times a week for something. Today, of all days, his night shift aid couldn't come for personal reasons, so my poor, tired husband had to drive the forty minute trip to tend to his father. As a result, the tail end of my Mother's Day weekend got scrapped. The nap got shortened. The steak dinner DH was to cook for me has been postponed. The mood was altered. I guess there is no sense dwelling on this as it doesn't change anything and I know it's not the first time or the last our plans will be interrupted because of him. It is just hard when you plan a perfect weekend, especially a "first" weekend that will never come again and the wretched outside forces invade your space in such a negative way. I not only feel cheated for myself, I feel bad for DH who doesn't need the extra load.
Oh well, I'll always have breakfast and my tree, not to mention my most precious gift of all, Pumpkin, herself. That is one gift I know I'll continue to love and enjoy for years to come!
On Friday, DH came home early, scooped up Pumpkin and they escorted me out the front door for my first gift, a Weeping Pussy Willow tree to mark my first Mother's Day holiday. I also received a beautiful card from my step-daughter that actually contains wildflower seeds in the paper so that I can plant it. It's the neatest and most wonderful idea.
The next day, Nana kept Pumpkin so that Big Daddy Pumpkin and I could have a date night at a friends wedding. I got to be dressed up, made up, liquored up (well, I had a few drinks and got a headache--it's been too long) and had a mood that was up! (I even painted my finger- and toenails.) We saw old friends and had a terrific time sitting with neighbors of the bride and groom, one of whom were in their mid- to late 70's and had just married a year ago after meeting through the Internet! We also knew the photographer from a past trip to Jamaica.
We spent the night at Nana's and DH made breakfast for Nana and Mamma Pumpkin this morning. We then returned home and the entire Pumpkin clan had a nap. Our nap, however, was interrupted by a phone call that our oldest child (I jokingly refer to him as our "college son") needed assistance.
Our college son is DH's dad who returned to his home after a stroke and is taken care of by home-based caregivers. I call him our college son because, while he doesn't live with us, DH still has to tend to him on a regular basis, usually about three times a week for something. Today, of all days, his night shift aid couldn't come for personal reasons, so my poor, tired husband had to drive the forty minute trip to tend to his father. As a result, the tail end of my Mother's Day weekend got scrapped. The nap got shortened. The steak dinner DH was to cook for me has been postponed. The mood was altered. I guess there is no sense dwelling on this as it doesn't change anything and I know it's not the first time or the last our plans will be interrupted because of him. It is just hard when you plan a perfect weekend, especially a "first" weekend that will never come again and the wretched outside forces invade your space in such a negative way. I not only feel cheated for myself, I feel bad for DH who doesn't need the extra load.
Oh well, I'll always have breakfast and my tree, not to mention my most precious gift of all, Pumpkin, herself. That is one gift I know I'll continue to love and enjoy for years to come!
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