Happy Mothers Day, Y'all

I call this one Flowers From Lucy. Did you know that if you stick a white carnation in a glass of water with food coloring, they'll change colors? I didn't. These kids teach me crazy fun every day.

Ofcourse, being a mom is what sparked this brilliant blog to begin with. So, here's year one, two, three, four, five, and six happy mother's day posts. And here's what I have to say about being a mom this year:

Being a mom is horrifying. It is gross, condescending, empowering, and inspiring. It's mind-boggling, exhausting, it's fattening and intriguing. And that's just a typical Monday at my house. Nothing makes you accountable more than a kid. It's eye opening experience of the shallow asshole you are and a big can of woopass that you better buck up to be the better person you must work to become. Mother's Day, to me, is a celebration of all that my kids hold me accountable to be. Which is pretty fabulous! I'm just sayin.

I'm throwing this out quickly, because I have lots of very important Mom things to do. Well, not really. I have some fun family stuff planned. Today's agenda involves writing, a three-mile run, shower, pick up kids early, go to graduation for my sister-in-law, kids to sitter, night out with my man. Tomorrow we are going to Gramma's Birthday. Happy Birthday Gramma! Then Sunday, JulzHOLLA! and I have a test swim in the wetsuits and in open water. And what was that other thing? Oh yes! MOTHER'S DAY! I'll be needing to celebrate that, because I don't know if you've heard, but I'm a mother. So it must be my day. Right?

This year I had a list for Ricardo of Mother's Day gifts. Shopping for me is not difficult. I have an ongoing list of very important things I need right away. This very moment's list is:
A new fancy bike seat with a big hole in it.
Body glide. Sounds kinky, I know, but it's for the wetsuit. Still, maybe that should be a gift from Ricardo for our anniversary and not so much Mother's Day.
A new mixer. Now, I know appliances are not a good Mother's Day gift. However, pending a direct request from said mother, it's totally okay. I have a glass bowl on my inexpensive mixer. And I like to slam the mixing spoon thingies on the bowl to get all the batter off before I lick them. So, I might have chipped the glass a few times. That can't be good. And glass in brownies would be a travesty. I'd chew through the glass to continue the flow chocolate, but I'm sure I'd regret it later. Clearly, Mama needs a new mixer.
A facial at a fancy spa here in town. That one's just for fun. I thought I'd sneak it in there.

Then I picked up the kids from school each day this week, and every day they mentioned these super secret projects they were working on for Mother's Day. It has been very difficult for them to keep whatever it is a secret. They've slipped a couple of times, but I play like I'm not listening. It's not difficult to pass over on them. I'm just sayin. Still, they were working so hard on these gifts. I didn't want all their hard work overshadowed by my luxury gifts I'd requested.

So, I pulled all reigns on gift purchasing this year. It's going to be the best Mother's Day ever.

Song of the Day: (You Make me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin