I go and get dry jammies, panties, put clean sheets on the bed (at least today is sheet day anyway…) As I crawl into bed I think, well, now she will sleep until the time she should in the morning, since she won’t have to potty as badly in the morning…
Not even 7 a.m. when I hear, “Mommy…”
“Peanut, it’s too early to be awake. Why don’t you snuggle with Mommy?”
“But Mommy, the sun’s up!” (Can’t argue logic, but it is still too early. Letting her stay up will only bring crankiness later…)
Just as she goes back to her room and I shut my eyes I hear Monkey. He is bawling. Not how he usually wakes up. Normally he plays happily in bed a few minutes in the morning…
The dog starts whining, licking my face, as I throw the covers back off me. “No, I”m not going to go feed you right now. I”m going to check on Monkey…”
I expect a horridly dirty diaper, his arm stuck in the crib slats, or something similar by his cries. I am relieved to discover that it is only his car, which he slept with last night, and which has rolled off his bed out of reach. By now Peanut is pushing in front of me, trying to scramble into Monkey’s crib with him and the dog is going in circles, certain she will starve to death if I don’t feed her her brown crunchy things.
Yes, Mother’s Day is over…
But then at breakfast, as I hand over my peanut butter toast to the two of them, who have already finished their bowls of cereal in record time, Peanut say, “I love you, Mommy…” And really, that’s better than any special day anyway.