It Went Well

Much to my surprise, Mother's Day went great.  Considering we thought we might have to cancel our plans, since my mother in law went to the ER on Saturday evening, we were shocked we didn't have to spend the day at the hospital.  She's fine, still a little weak, but otherwise ok.  She's a pretty tough ol' lady.  She can still run circles around me and she's old enough to be my mother!  She's a force to be reckoned with... reckon I'll pass.  I've suffered plenty of her butt kicking over the past 35 years.  The target may be larger, but I try to keep it covered.

My sweet daughter helped me get the food in order. (Bless you!)  We ate, chatted, I held the baby... lots, sat outside and sweltered, some had after dinner coffee, some had wine.  The baby had liquid gold, (breast milk) which he shared with me, (reflux) several times.  He's very generous that way.  I tried to convince him I didn't need it, to keep it for himself.  No way, he insisted on sharing.  Shares with anyone close.  He shared a couple of other things, too, I'll spare you the details, but... I swear I was careful and didn't pinch ANYTHING.

A little later, with bellies full, my mother in law and I, opened our cards.  My youngest son, the ever witty, thoughtful, ingenious person he is, handed me a book.  Upon first glance, I thought for sure it was specially made. (he does things like that)  It truly looks like it has tape on the front.

See, doesn't that look handmade?  I was so excited, UNTIL I OPENED IT!  Much to my chagrin, this book is filled with pages that require the owner to basically destroy the book.  The book my Son gave me, for Mother's Day.  Just look at a couple of the pages...

To top it off, he put a message inside...

This MUST be a test!  He knows how OCD/uptight/anal, I am.  He expects me to cut loose and destroy this book AND give it back to him as proof I could do it!  To think I gave birth to all 9 pounds, 3 ounces of him and that I could intentionally destroy something he gave me!!!   I've got a newsflash for him... IT AIN'T HAPPENING, MISTER!

My daughter, on the other hand, gave me a rose.  It was one of her roses that adorned my header, when I first started this blog.  She specifically said it's a "Sarcastic Granny" rose.  Yes, it will wither and die, but it won't be because I destroyed it on purpose.  Smart girl, she knows not to mess with my two remaining brain cells.  She will need a sitter, at some point.