The day after Mother’s Day is sort of like New Year’s Day in my house. It’s a day to recover. Why? Daddy was in charge for the day.
All in all, I had a fabulous Mother’s Day. I am extremely grateful I was able to sleep in, and thanks to this “Do Not Disturb” sign, no one bothered me.
Eventually, a little monster, who clearly can’t read, crashed through the door, tackled me and woke me up. Doggie kisses weren’t a bad way to be awoken though.
I was then greeted with a delicious cup of tea, made with love, by my cute 8-year-old daughter. Served to me in bed!
She told me she knows I like things “sweet”, so she added 9 teaspoons of sugars. She was so proud she made it on her own, the look on her face was priceless. So yes, I drank it. And I told her it was delicious. And no, I didn’t secretly pour some down the toilet. I would never do that.
I was also treated to DELICIOUS mixed berry, mascarpone crepes that my husband and kids made from scratch. They were AMAZING.
The day was fun. The weather was gorgeous. I played with the kids outside most of the day. Snuggling in the hammock was probably my favorite part.
Anytime the kids started to argue, I gave them a little mommy guilt and said, “Don’t make mommy mad on Mother’s Day!” And for the most part, they listened.
Throughout the day, I was told repeatedly not to do any cleaning. “No chores for Mommy on Mother’s Day.” So I didn’t.
My house now looks like we had a frat party over the weekend.
I’m currently scrubbing dried blueberry syrup off the walls. The counters are sticky. The floors have muddy dog prints. The kids’ clothes, socks, and undies, are strewn in a trail down the hallway. Half-filled juice cups are all over the house. Crumbs everywhere. I’m not sure anyone flushed the toilets yesterday either.
I should probably confess now that I a mom who likes things clean. And in some sort of order. Don’t confuse that with me “liking” to clean, or “enjoying” cleaning the house. Because I don’t! At all! But I do like the house to be neat.
So as you can guess, the day-after dilemma drove me crazy in past years. Is getting one day off, really worth having to deal with the mess the next day?
I have to admit that for a couple of years, I didn’t think so. A couple of those years, I woke up on Mother’s Day Monday, grumbling about me being the only one who cleans, while I scrubbed the mess.
And one year, I even decided to ignore the “Don’t do chores today Mommy” advice, and I just kept right on doing all the cleaning, on Mother’s Day. But that sucked because I lost out on spending the whole day with my love bugs that year.
Arguing with my husband about it, does no good. I have accepted the fact that he is just a messy guy. I am not sure he even notices the mess. But he does cook a mean crepe! So I’ve realized it’s a tradeoff.
And I have learned to embrace the mess a little more. I have realized those precious moments with my little ones are much more important than cleaning. If I had spent time straightening up yesterday, I would’ve missed the snuggle time on the hammock. And our campfire with smores.
But now if you’ll excuse me, I have dishes to do. LOL.