A Feel Good Day

I had a lovely, laid back, very fine Mother's Day today. Both hubby (although I keep telling him I'm not his mother and he doesn't have to do a thing for me on this day) and daughter offered to do whatever I wanted to celebrate Mother's Day.

Daughter came to town to do a little work in her office but made it clear she was ready to do whatever I chose. She even brought her hiking boots because I had mentioned I was thinking of the three of us taking a hike in the woods. But we had a (I should say a-NOTHER) very gray, damp day so I told her to go on to her office, get some work done and we'd convene later in the day for some dinner. I said I had some things I'd just love to hunker down at home and get done.

What did I do? I spent the afternoon in the basement cleaning and organizing. Don't look at me so funny. I enjoyed myself thoroughly! It's something I've been wanting to do for a while but just never seem to find the time to fit into a "regular" day. I love to do that kind of cleaning and organizing. It makes me feel so "rich" to see all our stuff organized and lined up on shelves. Besides that, now I know what's where and feel a little more on top of things. At least in that one little section of the house.

This is the front of the card Chicken Mama gave me. It's an Anne Taintor (we both love her cards, calendars, etc.) and says, "I dreamed my whole house was clean." Ah yes, that would be a dream.

She also gave me a very generous gift certificate for a session with the massage therapist I see to get lymph work done. 'Twas much, much appreciated because that's one session that won't have to come out of our budget. But I still wish she hadn't had to squeeze the expense out of HER budget. She's always been too, too generous with thoughtful gifts for other people.

I called in an order for a pizza for dinner from a favorite funky restaurant and she picked it up on her way out of town. Glad to report it was dee-licious. Not so glad to report I ate way too much. Then we all went out into the front yard, walked around while talking and doing poop patrol. (TMI?) It was fun. The day had turned a smidge warmer and the sun almost succeeded in peeking through . . . right before it set.

Back inside where Papa Pea did all the dishes that had been accumulating throughout the day and Chicken Mama loaded up her doggies and headed home. I'm going to get into bed a little early and do some reading before I konk out for the night. Mother's Day celebrations can be exhausting, ya know. But it was just the kind of day that I love.

And I couldn't be prouder of my little girl who made me a mother thirty-nine and three-quarters years ago. I love her bunches and heaps.