Thursday, May 13

My Mothers Day…

 

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was a phenomenal success this year by almost any measure! Jon came home for the weekend and spoiled me for most of the weekend. Made lasagna for me, and eggs benedict! Lavished me with items from my “pretty please” wish list on Chefscatalog.com ! I got stainless steel colanders and strainers and a new silicone baking mat! Then on Sunday, he had to go back to NC. And I was sad. And the kids could tell I was sad. In a valiant effort to revive my sagging spirits they took Mothers Day Matters into their own hands…

and made dinner for me. They sent me to my room with strict orders to watch tv and not come out. At some point in the proceedings Maggie came in and said the tv wasn’t loud enough and I needed to turn it up. At that very moment, my anxiety hit a fever pitch! I had already grilled Sam about which appliances he’d be using? Mind you Sam is 13…he does actually KNOW how to use the stove AND the oven, to say nothing of the toaster oven and microwave. Still, the idea of him loose in the kitchen with NO adult supervision at all sort of made my guts clench and a cold sweat to break out on my upper lip! About 15 minutes into my imprisonment…the kids came to me.

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The kids and the dog. After he shoved past Sam, who was carrying a breakfast tray with a lit candle on it. See the concern on his face. I can never be sure but I think he just stopped himself short of saying “Spit”…or something that rhymes with spit.

And this is what they made for me…

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For mothers day supper I had a toasted sandwich. Which was actually quite good. Sam piled on turkey, ham, salami and pepperoni along with cheddar and monterey jack cheese and toasted the whole thing in the toaster oven. Leftover lasagna, which was good, but not as good as it had been the night before, fresh! Could have been something to do with the fact that the kids didn’t actually get it warmed all the way through in the microwave. The garlic bread was hard as a rock and completely inedible. But they totally made up for that with the peanut butter milkshake (which would have been the reason they wanted my tv loud). All in all, I was impressed.I missed having Jon there Sunday evening, at the same time I’m thankful for the experience. Because, I don’t believe they would have gone to this trouble, all by themselves, had he been here.

I do believe I have some pretty great kids!

I love you all!!

2 comments:

  1. I also think you have some very special kids. Just as I do.

    Love, Dad

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  2. There are occasions when you are shown that you are raising your children with compassion and respect for their parents. Aren't you glad that you are doing a good job?

    Love you!

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