Happy (belated) Mother’s Day…

Ah Sweet Things, long time – no post!

I hope all the Mummies among you had a lovely Mother’s Day, if you are into that sort of thing.

My day started with The Punk crawling into bed with me… and stinking to high heaven. Further investigation revealed – put down your pastries for a moment if you are having morning tea – poop everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Up her back, all over her PJs and… in. Her. Hair.

Don’t ask me how – I honestly could not tell you. So off we went for an early morning shower/bath, and as I was scrubbing of a bunch of stinky stink down the drain it suddenly dawned on me that it was Mother’s Day and I LAUGHED. I laughed like someone that really had no business laughing, and smiled and loved Miss Punk and realised that this IS Mother’s Day, really. Just another day, where you… well… mother.

Breakfast in bed was never going to happen, not unless I wanted a tub of butter & a jar of Dijon mustard (artfully placed IN the butter mind you), but a leisurely brekkie of jam toast for all was just the ticket.

Later I was lucky enough to receive, from The Boy, as was my visiting Mother-In-Law, a block of chocolate (a special deal for two, I believe, at the supermarket…). I have yet to taste a piece, but The Boy and The Punk seem to think it’s quite alright.

Happy Belated Mother’s Day again, especially to my own Mummy, to whom I did nae even send a half-eaten block of chocolate… but I don’t think she really minds. She’s my Mum.

xo