So how was your mother’s day? Ok? Noice? Sad? Happy?
It was pretty much just another day of the week here, except for a rather odd breakfast.
From what I could hear from the bedroom my big boy was director of catering. He went outside to the orange tree and selected the fruit that he then squeezed by hand to make juice. He choose the cornflakes and organised a tray, bowls, cutlery and was inspired to include a carrot on the menu. I could hear that his sister was willingly taking orders and following instructions, caught up in his excitement that it was mother’s day. No doubt she suspected there’d be cake later on in the day.
I received handmade cards and gifts. Delightful for sure. Best of all there were lots and lots and lots of hugs and kisses.
Dave picked up a cappuccino and a croissant when he was down the shops buying milk and bread. That was nice too.
If the weather was fine the plan was to have a picnic. But it wasn’t, so we didn’t. Maybe next weekend, or the one after, or just one down the track. Everyone has been suffering illnesses of varied symptoms and degrees so the quiet day in was good for all.
We tried for a photo of me and my mob, so much tricker than it sounds.
I wonder if E. will notice that I’m a weet-bix girl by next year’s mother’s day.