You might wonder why I’m up already. It was not my children who woke me, but Tilly my fur baby and she lives to the beat of her own drum!
My darling husband offered to help the twins make me breakfast and all that sort of lovely thing, but the fact of the matter is, I love our weekend morning routine, it isn’t a chore. As I told Lee, it isn’t Mothers Morning, it’s Mothers Day and they have plenty of time to spoil me rotten.
I jokingly said to the boys last night just before bed,
“Now get to sleep so you have lots of energy for my all about me day tomorrow”
To which Ollie replied
“Why’s it all about you?!”
Me “because it’s Mother’s Day, the clue is in the title”
Ollie “well why can’t it be about me? When do I get my day?”
Me “ darling, I think you’ll find that every day is your day and that is how it should be.”
My friend Lou said something that resonated with me last week. We have both lost our Mums and she said that this year she was just going to use the day to enjoy being a Mum to her beautiful girls (and believe me, they are beautiful inside and out).
Every year I feel quite sad around this time. I’m in the unfortunate position of having two Mums who have passed away, my Mum who lovingly raised me and my biological one who I had the good fortune to meet and spend some quality years with.
But this year feels different thanks to Lou la Belle. This year I am counting my blessings and feeling grateful. I have already messaged Lee from the bath thanking him for his sperm x don’t worry, he’s used to me, he was under no illusion when he chose me off the internet.
In other news, due to the potential of feeling down, I wanted to share a bit of positivity. I came across something called a positive potato with a funny affirmation card, about the size of your palm.
They all seem to be crochet. Whilst that’s good for the environment (no yucky plastic) it’s not good for my brain because crochet hates me, I think due to the maths element. I just can’t figure it out.
I reckon I could knit one of those bad boys though.
As I was looking over a potato knitting pattern on my trusty Google App Harry came and sneaked a peak.
“Mum, what are you looking at that for?”
Me “I’m thinking of knitting some of these as gifts for my friends to cheer them up”
Harry “why are you going to knit them balls?”
I don’t know if it’s how he meant it, but my potatoes are going to be rainbow coloured because I don’t want to be named at the school gate as the mum who knits testicles!
In other news, I’m not sure if you’ll find this funny but it really made me laugh.
I was walking down the stairs whistling my head off, Harry just behind me and he was looking at me funny. I asked him what the matter was and he said
“Because when you whistle it’s a lot better than your singing!”
I just love his honestly. He gets that from his Dad, honest to a fault. Listen, if you don’t want to hear the answer, don’t ask! This dates back to the time he tapped on his plate with his fork and told me my lasagne was bland. Previous partners I would have stabbed in the face with that fork, but he made me laugh, because he wasn’t meaning to be unkind, just honest!
Happy Sunday x the sun is shining, time to enjoy the day and count your blessings xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 