It's 7 a.m. on Mother's Day and I'm already done.
I had my Mother's Day adventure in the wee hours of last night and I'm good. No, really.
This is how it went down.
Last night we foolishly stayed up until midnight to finish a show we're watching on Netflix. And as I prepared for sleep, I set my alarm for 2 a.m. so I could give medication to two puppies that have been sick.
I've done it the last two nights and apparently my body and brain has forgotten how awful it is to get up in the middle of the night.
Just after I fell back asleep, our youngest came staggering in and announced he was going to throw up. And he did. All through the rest of the night (thankfully into the toilet...Mother's Day miracle!)
During one of the moments in between episodes as we were trying to find some sleep, someone came honking up our driveway at 6:30 a.m. until my hubs went outside.
The perpetrator wanted to know about the ladders next door. At our neighbor's property. In Spanish. At 6:30. Honking. Up. The. Driveway.
Insistent cat with butt in my face wanting to be fed.
Puppies need more medicine.
It's Mother's Day and I think this pretty much sums up the craziness of this manufactured holiday. Because every day is mother's day, let's just be honest about that.
Take a bow today, fellow moms. I know you greatly deserve it.
And while it's nice (wonderful in fact) to be celebrated with breakfast (soggy cereal) in bed, tissue paper cards and heart-felt kisses, I can guarantee that most of us moms want only two things.
Sleep....and more sleep.
I'll be taking mine straight up, no twist...around 2 p.m.