Two Washingtons

Being a mom ain’t easy.  For instance, you have to remember to not use words like “ain’t” in front of your children so they don’t grow up using improper grammar.  Then there are the nap time meltdowns (like the one I’m listening to over the baby monitor right now) or an infant’s insistence that she become a worse sleeper with time.  But regardless of what my twitter account says, I love my girls more than anything in the world and I can’t imagine NOT being a mother.  (OK I can, it involves a lot of sleeping and fancy dining.  Even trips to the movies.  Knitting.  I digress.  I’m sure that would all be horribly dull.)

Mother’s Day is definitely a perk of being a mom.  From handmade cards from day care to random people at the coffee shop wishing you a happy one, it is a day filled with an acknowledgement that all of the above is a difficult job and people know that.  A went above and beyond himself this year and completely spoiled me with an incredible Mother’s Day weekend. 

Friday night he casually inquired as to what the current seasonal drink at Starbucks was right now and if that is what I drink.  (When I informed him I don’t like frappucinos, he had to not so casually ask what I would order if I were to go to Starbucks on a Saturday morning).  So Saturday morning he sneaked off (bright and early thanks to Lucy’s current no sleep policy) and brought home a delicious venti skinny caramel macchiato AND a mcgriddle. Nothing says true love like a mcgriddle.

Soon after, I was whisked off to a “stress reliever” massage, with lots of delightful lavender essential oils and a really great working out of the kinks.  From there my royal carriage took me off for a sushi lunch – though we decided to rework our plans when we saw the brew pub across the street from the sushi restaurant.  It was having an IPA brunch, was filled with families and had lots of open doors and windows to let the sun in.  It was just what we needed.

As if all of this wasn’t enough (which it totally was), when I sat down to nurse Lucy, I opened my email to discover one last message from A stating he had booked me a hotel room for next weekend.  He heads out of town tomorrow, so I’m solo parenting for the week.  When he returns, I get to go have night to myself – with a king size bed, a bathtub, a hotel bar, a kindle with a half read Storm of Swords and a full season of Parks and Recreation.  At first I felt guilty leaving the kids and A as soon as he came home, but now thinking about it, I’m pretty gosh darn excited.

Mother’s Day is definitely a great day for mom’s to be appreciated but it is also a great time to thanks those who help make us the moms that we are – A, my mom, my friends (in all Washingtons and other locales) and Tami Taylor (of course).  I wouldn’t be the mom I am without all of them, so as I enjoy a glass of wine in my bathtub next weekend, I raise my glass to all of you.