A day I generally have exceptionally high hopes for.
And generally end up extremely disappointed.
I KNOW that sounds awful, but it's true.
That Honey will make breakfast, get the kids ready and produce some sort of extravagant production where they all tell me how awesome I am.
That the kids will take a vow of kindness to each other all day.
That noone will need to be wiped or put in time out.
And that I will be constantly told how much I'm appreciated.
can you see why maybe I set myself up for some disappointment?
This year WAS wonderful.
Although I woke up at 6 to my 2 youngest monkeys having diarreahed all over my floor.
My Honey (once he finally woke up)
presented me with a gorgeous hydrangea. A lovely light blue endless summer variety. And a couple new birdies.
And then my children gave me all their little lovey poems and pictures and cards.