And I mean that in a good way.
On Saturday, we went to a crawfish boil at my boss’s house. Even though the forecast was for rain, rain, and more rain, we were very lucky that it held off the entire time. It was gray, but not rainy. Whew. George couldn’t come because he was still sick, but the boys and I (except Oliver) ate our weight in crawfish. Yum.
And yesterday was, of course, Mother’s Day. Best one yet, except that my Mom was in Los Angeles so I didn’t get to see her. I got to sleep in while George fed the boys breakfast. And then we went to lunch with his parents, where I got a dozen pink roses and a bottle of pink champagne.
I dropped the boys off at home (including the eldest) and went shopping with my friend Terry. Found a couple of dresses for my 20th reunion coming up, and then we went to see the Great Gatsby. I came home after the boys were in bed, so it really was a day of no responsibility. Nice.
I also got cards, including these homemade ones, which are, of course, the best.
Now George has set a new standard for Mother’s Day. I won’t complain if every Mother’s Day from here on out is like this one.