Mother’s Day technically happened for me a few weeks ago when an early present arrived and was placed upon the counter – a slow cooker, something which I’d pondered over buying for a while. I thought it would make my lazy cooking fantasies come true! You just chuck the stuff in and eight hours later it will have transmogrified into something delicious we all will eat and have absolutely no fat, and might even wash up after itself. Right?
Well, obviously, I set the bar a little high.
More than that, I was surprised you often have to par-cook the meat and vegetables before putting them in there to finish off (I didn’t know that – methinks I didn’t do enough research). I got over the confusion quickly: we had two meals out of it last week alone. High fives!
Then this arrived from Riley, a book he made at preschool.
Adam’s eyebrows lifted at the sight of the ‘adult things’ and like a lecherous, mustachioed, cad in some novel said, “Adult things, eh? I wonder what he means by that?”
“Oh, hush,” I said. “You know he means the sharp scissors, or the medicines, or the coke in the fridge.”
“And what about the vegetables and fruit?”
“Yeah, he’s got me wrong there. But look – proof I never get angry! He says I don’t.”
“He also couldn’t answer how old you were, therefore leading me to conclude you’re obviously way too old for him to mentally calculate.”
[silence]
“What’s wrong with you?”
“BITING MY TONGUE PROVING I NEVER GET ANGRY.”
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Keira gave me some socks, a photo frame, and a decorated writing pad. Then after I ran the Mother’s Day Classic this morning (I did well considering I haven’t run this year yet!) we went out to lunch where we played our favourite game, “How many Star Trek races can we get Riley’s face to look like if we smoosh his cheeks together and furrow his brow?”
We stopped at two today (Romulan and Ferengi) before Riley started to get annoyed and people started looking at us funny.
I hope you had a lovely day, especially to my own mum. xx
