Mother’s Day is just around the corner and my girls are asking me what I want as a gift.
They ask every year.
I always tell them I don’t need anything. I encourage them to make me a card. I tell them that being their Mother is gift enough for me.
On the day, they will probably give me flowers. They will most likely make me breakfast. They will possibly give me a Starbucks gift card or a new book to read.
They’re very smart girls.
So is their Father.
Honestly though, I’d love to tell them that for Mother’s Day, what I really want is to …
sleep in as long as I want without little people getting into my bed and begging me to get up and play.
After sleeping in until at least 8am … I would love to have …
breakfast served to me in bed and be able to eat it while it’s still hot. No fetching juice for the kids. No wiping up spills. No washing up dishes.
After my leisurely breakfast, I could only dream to stay cuddled up in bed in my pj’s and be able to watch a chick flick via Netflix on my Ipad, uninterrupted.
No kiddie shows. No kids interrupting my movie every 10 seconds with a million questions or requests for snacks.
After my movie, I would love to be able to have a shower and the time to primp myself without little people coming into the bathroom to demand things of me.
My shower would be long and peaceful. I would burn incense and play soft, relaxing music.