This weekend started with me trying to get some time (sans kids) to get some sewing done. Kid came and sat right next to me and rested her elbows on the material that I was trying to sew (at that very moment) and said "Don't you wish you could have a sewing room?" Ah... yes... one with a lock on it.
A little while later Baby started shouting "And Mine" and running around and appeared carrying her wooden mixer and put it up just as I had my machine. And my heart melted. Such a good idea... it really does look like a sewing machine. Now if she hadn't needed to sit right next to me and stick her pudgy little hands UNDER the needle as I was sewing, things would have gone more smoothly. Amazingly no injuries... unless you count my heart attack.
On Mother's Day I did what most moms do... I refused to mother. When you set out to have a day like that you might want to choose a location that can't be accessed from outside. Because nothing is as relaxing as you planned it would be when your children are standing 5 feet away from you banging on the glass of your windows... and alternately staring at you or spying on you.
Kid was really the only one on her game this weekend.
She's old enough to know it is Mother's Day and she was into it. It was kind of hard to explain to her that what I REALLY wanted for Mother's Day was for her to not lie in my bed mooching off my cinnamon roll while I tried to read the rest of my Amish romance novel. Don't worry she got over it when she realized she could spy on me.