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So, another Mother's Day has come and gone. Do you feel all the better for it? What did you do? I tried not to do anything and I do mean ANYTHING, but that didn't happen. First of all I didn't roll out of the bed until about 11:00 a.m. My husband made pancakes and bacon, but I didn't eat them in bed. That's ok because I'm not much of a bed eating kind of person. The only time I eat breakfast in bed is when I'm sick and I do not plan on, nor want to be sick just for that. Just so you know, I don't normally roll out of bed at 11:00. It just so happened that Saturday was my son's track meet that was being hosted by our track club. What that means is that we had to be there super early (7:00 a.m.) to help set up and volunteer. Let me just say that getting up at 5:15 a.m. just about killed me! Then I spent most of the day driving, running around, volunteering and photographing the meet. By the time we got home, I just wanted to fall out. Have you ever been so tired that you were dizzy? Well that was me.
Anyway, my plan was to not do anything. Side note: I've always found it funny that the first thing that many mothers do to celebrate Mother's Day is to hand their children off to someone else. How ironic is that? Just to be clear, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Mamas need breaks too. Even though I woke up late, my son woke up even later. Fortunately he is old enough to warm up his pancakes and bacon without my help or supervision. One point for Mommy! As you may already know, I love what I do. Sometimes I have to pull myself away from my work because I enjoy it so much. If you guessed that I ended up doing some work on Sunday, you would be correct. It started out with me importing the images from the track meet. Then I did some culling and a little bit of editing. Next thing you know, I went through over 700 images! Right about this time my husband starts fussing about the rice I bought. He stated that there was something wrong with the rice because it was mushy. I kindly explained to him that the rice was mushy because he put too much water in it, as I rolled my eyes. So guess who had to make some rice.
In addition to that, I had to wash a load of clothes because my son needed a clean uniform shirt for school the next day. What happened to me doing nothing? Well at least my husband did cook breakfast and dinner and my son gave me a big hug and told me happy Mother's Day. I don't know about anyone else, I don't need cards, flowers, candy or other gifts for Mother's Day. It's almost like Valentine's Day to me, with one major exception...I don't want to do wife-type things or mommy-type things on that day. I want to relax and do nothing. Normally I get my wish, but not this year. Ah well, my family and I are happy healthy so that's always a good thing.
You may be wondering about the title of this week's blog...or not. When it first popped into my mind, it made me think about this song called "For the Lover in You." If you're a fan of 80's R&B, then you'll know it. In fact, whenever I think it or say it, I sing it like the song that it reminds me of. The funny thing is I couldn't remember who sang it. At first I thought it was DeBarge, but realized that wasn't it. The more I sang the song the closer I got. I knew it began with an SH, but I couldn't remember the name. I even remembered who was in the group, but still couldn't remember the name. Do you know who I'm talking about? My husband ended up Googling it. The group is Shalamar!. Does that ring a bell? If not, I'm sure you can Google them and find some entertaining videos or music by them.
Anyway, I do hope you all had a fabulous Mother's Day. When you get a minute, I would love to read about your day.
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