Jason had all 3 children at home today, since Micah's school is often closed on the most random of days. He took all 3 children to run errands this morning, the brave man, and invited me to a lunch date with the 4 of them.
I questioned his motives, because I don't think his plan was purely to spend time with me. Rather, I think it was because he needed the 30 minutes of moral support after flying solo with the
Cookie cake has a way of righting all the wrongs in the world. It may be the secret to world peace.
This evening has abounded with Mother's Day surprises. Jason called while he was at work to give Micah some top secret instructions. I asked Micah about it and apparently he was supposed to hide my lovely Mother's Day card with the pink rose in the middle of it somewhere in the living room.
Maybe Jase forgot to tell Micah that the details of the mission should have been kept completely under wraps. Or, the more likely possibility, Micah just has a really big mouth.
Besides the card, Micah is convinced I need a "deep pressure" (his words) massage and has taken to karate chopping my back anytime I stop moving for more than 5 seconds.
The boys worked on putting together a play for me, which quickly deteriorated into some kind of interpretive dance reminiscent of the African Anteater Mating Ritual only they used their playsilks as props.
I'm not sure whether it was delightful or disturbing. And I reserve the right to withhold judgment forever.
It's actually been a very pleasant ending to a crazy busy week. I just wonder how long I can milk the whole Mother's Day gimmick...