It ended with a lovely holiday called "Mother's Day", which, around my house, is just like any other day. Basically. No breakfast in bed for me: I made breakfast for the WhiMSy clan. After church I even took the family out to lunch. No feet up on the couch or relaxing for me: I swept the floors & mopped the floors & continued cycling the loads of laundry.
Zoey did make me a card in Kindergarten though. It spoke of love & adoration & ended with this sentence: Can you take me to the park?
Oh, I was taken out to dinner in the evening--as a special treat from my parents, along with 13 other family members.
My wee children try hard to make this a special day for their mom. They need a little help though & Mr. WhiMSy love can be a bit clueless about these sorts of things. Not to put him down or belittle him at all, but he just fits in "that" category & I know I'm not singing a solo here.
So, for those moms that dearly desire to be pampered & indulged on what is supposedly their special day & treated like the queen they KNOW they are, I hail your role as "mother" & send you this belated message:
Happy Mother's Day!
(You can get your revenge on Father's Day.)