You could say that my day was less than idyllic. Hopefully, my children won't remember the Mother's Day where I completely lost it and then spent hours prone in a dark room avoiding everyone. It turns out that changes in hormones plus exhaustion (brought on by a sick child) is a recipe for a depressed Lady Susan. Add to that a neck muscle spasm that partly crippled me, and you should have a clear idea of how my Mother's Day actually went. It was the sort of day I would normally choose to forget and scratch from records expect for 1) Mr. F. who masterfully took care of the kids and dinner while I was "indisposed," and 2) the children who were so concerned and sweet to me after I came down. Finn made sure to show me his artwork that he made me special for the day. I guess I will keep them around after all.
|Mr. F. and Finn enjoyed a Father/Son campout the Friday night before Mother's Day. They made me a leaf rubbing.|
|Thumbprint flower made at church. Finn requested I leave the room so it could be a surprise.|
And My personal favorite:
|"I had a hard time drawing mommy, so I drew Humpty Dumpty instead."|