At about seven this morning I opened my eyes to find Angus standing by my side of the bed, hair sticking up in all directions, staring at me, clutching his bunny. I smiled (it was after seven, after all) and moved over to make room for him. I tried for a sleepy cuddle but he was chatty and wide awake and demanded the light be switched on. Then Bella came wandering through, remembering that it was Mother's Day and that there were cards and presents hidden under the bed for me. A new cookery book was duly unwrapped and admired then John took the kids downstairs. There followed loud whispering and clanking and then they all appeared with a breakfast tray for me. Toast and marmalade, a cup of tea, flowers in a little vase (stolen straight off the mantle piece in the living room), and some paper flowers Bella had made. I had about ten minutes to myself before the kids got bored and got into bed with me. Bella wanted help with her story writing (she starts a new one each day and they usually involve mermaids, dragons and princesses and end with a wedding) and Angus wanted my phone so that he could to watch the Gangnam Style video, his current obsession.
It was lovely. I can't remember the last time that John wasn't working on Mother's Day, or when I ever had breakfast in bed in the last six years. It made up for the last few years when I had to put up with everyone else's facebook updates of their own fabulous Mother's Day activities while I was home alone with two small kids and no help. So yes, I did enjoy it, and yes, I think I earned it too. I'm sure next year John will be working again and it will be just the three of us.
Then there was a trip to B&Q for plumbing bits and bobs (no idea - some kind of pipe, maybe?), monolithic BLTs for lunch, baking, a birthday party, some DIY, just your normal stay-at-home Sunday activites. Also, it's freezing! We've had a little snow and an icy wind has been blowing all day.
Also, something else occurred to me today... I have been watching Bella grow up ever so fast since she started school and sometimes it alarms me and other times I could not be more proud of her. But this year, this year Bella owned Mother's Day. I don't know if they'd been prepping her at school or what, but she was full of helpful suggestions; flowers, breakfast in bed, handmade gifts, a card, a drawing. And I did think that this growing up lark could work out quite well after all.