Mimosas and Sleep

I'd like to say that on this Mother's Day, Tommy decided he liked pacifiers (the below shot is a rare occasion where he actually took one for two minutes), Patrick didn't put food in his hair, I got to get caught up on sleep/nap, and I did not get spit-up on. But that isn't quite my life.

I can say I was loved on a lot my both my boys, and I have a husband who bore my meltdowns today like a champ (getting dressed these days is a highly sensitive issue that usually brings tears). I got coffee in bed, and was rewarded with a tremendously sinful brunch buffet that I was able to share with my mom. I had my much anticipated mimosa. The weather was spectacular. Patrick looked adorable in his puppy-emroidered khaki pants and blue blazer that matched his dad's jacket.

But overall, I am glad Mother's Day is over. I much prefer the everyday norm to this pressure of having a perfectly pampered day. I also prefer sleep which is why this blogger is saying goodnight...