A while back Joel and I decided we’d forgo the gift giving on most holidays and just exchange presents on our anniversary (and Christmas is debatable). With our anniversary in August, my birthday in October, Christmas in December and Valentine’s Day in February it was leaving my husband spending half of every year trying to come up with some new gift that I would like and would meet the expectations of how big of a deal to make out of the event. Not to mention it’s expensive! We still give cards to each other (and now from the boys) so that we take time to say a thank you and I love you and to show that we hadn’t forgotten about the holiday. It’s a nice tradition and helps make our anniversary extra special.
So this Mother’s Day I wasn’t expecting a piece of jewelry or a gift certificate to a spa. I got to spend the day with my boys and my husband and I got to relax more than normal and do less of the house work than usual.
On Friday I asked Joel if he would be in charge of breakfast, lunch and dinner over the weekend. I didn’t care if we had leftovers, take out or cereal but I wanted a break from the constant work of fixing meals and doing clean up. Recently I’ve felt like I get the food fixed, get the table prepped, get the boys in their chairs and set up with food and by the time I sit down to eat everyone is finished and ready to get down from the table. It’s exhausting!
Don’t get me wrong, my husband does his fair share of the work with the boys, but just the mental preparation of always thinking ahead of what’s next can wear a person out. Add on to that the recent tantrumie-fussiness of Graham and Miles and I was ready for a brain break.
So, he did just that. Add in the kicker that he did almost if not all of the diapers for both days and the special treats I got on Mother’s Day and it was one pretty good weekend.
Extra book time with Daddy.
Snacks by Daddy.
On Sunday morning Joel got up with the boys, did their diapers and took them downstairs while I stayed in bed. I fell back asleep and woke up to a “Hey Honey? Breakfast is ready.” And when I went downstairs the boys were in their high chairs and Joel was putting a cooked waffle, scrambled eggs and sausage breakfast on the table.
Graham said “Mommmmy!” and as I sat down Miles said “Thank you. I love you.” with a grin on his face. My eyes bugged out a bit and Joel said “That’s right Miles. That’s what you say to Mommy on Mother’s Day.” It was pretty much the sweetest thing ever. Apparently he had been talking about it with the boys the night before and rehearsing what to say.
I opened my card which Joel wrote in and had little spots where the boys had scribbled their color works of art along with little stick figures Joel drew. Apparently Miles wanted HIM to draw a picture of Miles and Mommy but he wanted them to be holding hands. And Graham wanted the same thing too (of course) but wanted his picture to be in green crayon.
We looked over the card, ate up our breakfast and after some books and talking about our day we turned on an episode of Elmo (a moderately rare treat) and I retreated back to the bedroom for a nap.
I woke up about an hour later to the sounds of the boys having a fit downstairs and when I came out of the bedroom I saw Joel sitting on the floor trying to change the boys’ diapers. One wanted a fresh diaper, but changed their mind when they realized that meant they’d have to take their pants off for a minute. The other didn’t want their diaper changed and wanted the world to know.
I never get pleasure out of seeing the boys give my husband a hard time and I don’t like hearing their screaming any more when it’s directed at someone else. But there is something validating at seeing a daily occurrence like this from the outside. It made me realize how hard my daily job really is. The sudden unprovoked tantrums, outbursts of wining or quick anger at brother which turns to tears or fighting. It takes a lot of patience and it can wear you down mentally. It’s exhausting!
Joel navigated that five minutes in the diaper octagon like the pro that he is and without much delay we were outside and enjoying the day as a family.
Getting ready for some scoop and dump, lounging and horseplay time. (That’s Miles “lounging” in his little red ball cap).
After a messed up schedule on Saturday we decided to put the boys down for a quick and early nap time on Sunday and we were rewarded with the best gift any two toddlers could give their mother.
Long and peaceful naps!
We finished off the weekend by having dinner over at Nana and Papa’s house with Uncle Matt and Aunt Susanne and it was a wonderful evening with great food, fun conversation and laughter with the boys.
Monday morning is probably going to hit like a ton of bricks, but at least I’m rested up and ready for it!