On Mother’s Day I got to sleep in, I was served breakfast in bed with freshly squeezed orange juice and there was a vase of fresh picked flowers on the tray. It was amazing and I am totally lying.
I’ve gotten to celebrate being a mother for five years now. Most of the years we’ve had a standing tradition of going to the Teddy Bear park in Stillwater. Then we do a little window shopping in the old part of Stillwater. It’s kind of the best of both worlds. The kids get to burn off some energy, then we have lunch (because going out for breakfast is WAY to busy) and end the day window shopping.
This year my little guy’s birthday was on Sunday. I didn’t think it was fair for me to steal his thunder so I let him have the day. I did think my men would have something planned for me but alas they did not. I didn’t realize it bothered me until late afternoon.
The whole weekend was just terrible for me and the problems started Thursday night. Thursday night, my husband and I were gifted Wild playoff tickets! Although the Wild lost, the game was pretty awesome. It didn’t get super good until we were down by quite a bit with no hope left. Most of the crowd left and then it was like a new team came out! The Wild pulled the goalie for an extra guy on the ice and started scoring! Problem is with an empty net one of the Blackhawks scored by trying to deflect the puck from their goalie. We lost by one, the Blackhawks swept the series. (Insert sad face 🙁 ) I wish that was the worst part of the weekend.
Everyone yelled at me all weekend long. It started with my brother. He’s been living with us for a bit too long and the tension is high. On Friday it reached a peak. My husband and I planned on painting the kitchen and then having a couple of our friends over for a bonfire and s’mores. My brother took that as an invitation to invite 30 people over. THIRTY! The kitchen painting turned into a kitchen remodel that started late in the day which then lead to a cancelled fire so we could finish. My brother was pissed when I told him his friends couldn’t come over. Once the can of worms was opened the yelling was ON. Scream-fest lasted for quite some time.
Once my brother left with his friends and the kitchen remodel was in full force my husband started yelling at me. First because HE decided to let the kids paint, but it was MY fault they dripped paint all over the floor. I just couldn’t do anything right. As it turns out my husband and I don’t really work well together. Every project we do together ends the same way. It starts out with good intention and then he “sees” it differently than I do and the disagreements begin. Why would we continue to do projects together if the result is the same, you might wonder? Time. We allow enough time in between each project to forget about how the last one was, that and the fact that the projects turn out amazing helps.
Sunday he actually said to me, “see we can work together”…he didn’t realize that I was upset at this point. The remaining part of the day we stained all of the cabinets in our kitchen and while he burned some wood we had laying around I push-mowed our front yard. It started lightly raining. When I was close to finishing the yard it started raining. When I finally finished it was pouring.
That will not go down in the history of best Mother’s Day ever. On the bright side of things our kitchen looks amazing! Even though everyone in our house yelled at me all weekend long I kept my cool and made it through the storm. That for me is progress. I could have joined in the scream-fest I could have cried all weekend long but I didn’t. I was the calm in the shit storm and that felt pretty good!
Next year, right?
Much Love,
Jes xoxo