So, I always think that my life lacks glamor and intrigue and that I should seek them out.
And then, when given an activity option, like when Nick asked what I might like to do for Mother's Day, I choose IKEA. To get a play mat and shelves for Jordan's room.
I wasn't being self-abnegating. It was genuinely what I wanted to do.
In other words, it's my own damn fault I lead such a prosaic existence.
Nick gets all clenchy when you mention IKEA so he offered to watch the boy while I went. And I will tell you that I strolled around all by myself like I hadn't a care in the world, and I might be shopping at Armani instead of this huge-horrible-take-over-the-world retailer, and it was so very nice.
(I bought some lingonberry jam to feel more European. And who says College Park isn't exotic, anyway?)
Then I rounded a corner and a father was dropping his son onto one of the display beds, and his son was giggling wildly.
And immediately, I needed to go home. To hug the boy who made me a mama.
I hope you've spent the day exactly as you've wanted. Hug your mama if you can, hug your baby, and give yourself a huge hug from me.
Happy Mother's Day!