In the build up to mothers day, I always picture this:
Waking up feeling refreshed on a Sunday morning, having my husband bring me breakfast in bed and a cup of tea. Olivia will then run in, climb on the bed a give me my present. It's usually something mumsy like a mug or chocolate or some sort of poem in a frame.
I will then spend my day in my beautiful tidy house or going on a woods walk whilst everyone looks after me. I won't once lose my shit and the whole day is full of sprinkles and confetti.
This is not how it pans out at all.
Granted, there is a chance Aiden will bring me tea. But there is also a chance liv will come and dive on the bed, causing my tea to explode fucking everywhere. She will then give me a present, which she likes so much that she will insist she keeps it.
I will go downstairs and realise that hurricane bastard katrina must have come for a visit whilst I was sleeping. It can't have been Olivia that made the mess because when I ask her she always says no.
Then the day will go on like any normal day.
Please don't misinterpret this, I absolutely love that I get to celebrate mothers day and I'm grateful to have the opportunity. Growing up without a mum has meant that mothers day is usually pretty shit. Since having kids I've found that mothers day is a little better, it's just funny how I have such high expectations from a three year old who doesn't actually know what mothers day is. Maybe one day I will get a trip to the spa, but for now I'm happy with cold tea and a present that I'm allowed to own for a maximum of ten seconds before it's taken back.
Happy Mothers day! 😘
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