Jrol Pecrs

I wanted, by the way, to say hi how are ya, thanks for reading.  I’ve gotten lots of comments from new folks lately, and it makes me happy.  I mean, without you this is just a journal.  These musings are consciously shared with a wider audience, and I like it when my audience pokes their head in and says hello.  So thank you. You’re a lovely bunch.

And now, a picture heavy recap of the past week of domestic adventures.  First up – my Mother’s Day doings with the boys.  Luckily, though both occurred the same day, one of them was a breakfast and one was a lunch, keeping me from having to choose who I love best.  So, first up, brekkie with my eldest, aka Muffins with Mom.

The room was very sweetly decorated, and we all sat on wee little chairs and our children served us a plate (so. many. spills.) and a drink (sticky messy floor FTW).  We ate teeny muffins and a handful of strawberries, and gazed upon our darling children’s artistic offerings.

They read us “If you give a mom a muffin,” which is a very accurate little description of life at my house, actually.  And then I kissed him good-bye.  He’s done great at school – no qualms about the bus or anything since the first day – but on the rare occasions when I drop in (for stuff like this) and then leave him there, he always gazes at me mournfully until I am out of sight.  And I know we’re both fine, but it tweaks my heart to leave him, staring after me so seriously.  Sigh.

Anyhow, I headed briefly over to court in between, never making it up to my office (when I came in after this Friday morning of kid treats plus motion docket at court, an older partner jokingly asked if I thought I was on flex time, at which I glared daggers and said BITCH I BILLED FIFTY HOURS ALREADY THIS WEEK AND I STILL GOT THE AFTERNOON TO GO, I WILL CUT YOU).  (I didn’t really say that.  I wanted to.  Luckily another associate, to whom I had just been grousing about my busy week, piped up on my behalf.)  Phew.  Anyway, after Muffins with Mom came Mother’s Day Brunch/Lunch, which occurred at 11:00.  Several round tables had been beautifully set with kid-made placemats, plus gifts and various other treats, and there was chicken salad and fruit at a little buffet line.

Sunday  morning, I woke at 6 as usual, and could hear the boys downstairs already, stage whispering (stage hollering, more like) and rustling and banging pots and doing Mother’s Day-ish stuff.  So I stayed upstairs with Craig until I was invited.  The boys told me to close my eyes while walking down the stairs with the baby in my arms.  That’s a headline waiting to happen.  Anyway, I came down to these beautiful decorations. . .

. . . and this fantastic meal of scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls, fruit, coffee, OJ, and bacon.  Mmmmmmm.

It was delightful, and I ate it all up.  We did go to church that day, and then came home for Liam’s nap.  Then we went to a splash fountain water park thing in the center of our outdoor mall, and had a blast.

There was this little wee girl in there with Down syndrome, maybe three years old.  She was fully dressed in jeans and a top, and totally soaked, and so darnedest cute I could have picked her up and brought her home.  She was everything Mr. Craig was not – that is, completely enchanted by water and splashing and all of it.  (He’s too young, of course.)  Doll baby.

After Sunday came Monday, of course, and another 1am finish for work.  I pretty much always come home at dinner, then open the laptop back up.  Mondays are my marathon days.  I try hard not to work over the weekend, but that leads to Mondays that are just off the hook.  It’ll be Monday again in about five hours, and I’d getting the jitters just thinking about it.  In any case, zoom went the week and then voila – it’s Thursday and Liam’s end-of-year program at school.

They sang a cute song, we ate a cookie, then we went home.  Late bedtime, staggering through Friday, another day of motion docket (love arguing motions!), and then came Friday night, when the hubs and I had our first actual just-us-two date in about six months, I think.  It’s possible I’m missing one in between, but the last one I remember was when I was 30 ish weeks pregnant, because I remember having a glass of wine and looking shiftily around me to see if anyone was judging.

So.  Date.  Delicious meal at a local place while friends watched our kids for us (we watch theirs sometimes, it’s a nice trade).  No pix of it, but I did have a very fabulous cocktail, a nice glass of wine, and dessert.  Supa fancy.

Craig was up most of the night – he has a cold, and can barely breathe – so he spent the night propped up on my chest.  I woke up cranky, and went up to his room to get him some clothes, and found this in his crib.  A little gift from big bro – a book about spring.

Jack is really into writing books right now.  Usually non-fiction, they tend to have lots of diagrams and explanations.  In this one, he tells Craig about how spren maks the flawrs gro, and brings shawrs.  Too adorbs, and I love that he left it for Craig in the crib.

This is getting long, so no more text – just a few more photos of our remaining adventures, which included fishing on Saturday morning, planting and gardening Saturday midday, and going to the pool til late Saturday night.  Today was church, laundry, groceries, mowing, and kids driving me kind of nuts.  And now we’re back to Loooong Monday again.