Happy Mother’s Day to everyone reading this who is a mother! I hope you had a wonderful day.

Ours was jammed packed, as usual. We started the morning with presents for me…

Here were all the gifts. I loved them all! Chocolate, money, gift cards and especially the stuff the school had the older kids do for me…

Jack made a figure in my likeness and added a poem to it. Can you tell it’s me? The poem read:

Lover of Jack, Sam, Satam (think he meant Adam), Aaron and Ben.

Who wonders if I had a good day at school. (I ask him this every day, much to his annoyance.)

Who knows a lot about math, cooking and reading.

Who fears a lion, a shark, and a cobra.

Who is able to read lots book, take good pictures and cook for us.

Who dreams of going somewhere nice.

Who is the groutest Mom on the planet.

Ben’s page had a handprint made into a flower and another page with a heart full of different colored fingerprints. The words underneath read:

Mom, you always clean the fingerprints I leave upon the wall. I seem to make a mess of things because I am so small. The years will pass so quickly I’ll soon be grown like you and all my little fingerprints will surely fade from view. So here’s a special fingerprint a memory that is true. So you’ll recall the very day I made it just for you!

So sweet! What a great way to wake up!

Next I made everyone pile into the car and check out our friend Tami’s new place, The Goddess and the Baker. The kids loved the egg sandwiches, chocolate croissants and blueberry muffins. Adam and I thoroughly enjoyed the steel cut oats.

Next we ran back to the car. I know I’ve said it before but it’s non stop running or wrestling with this family. All day. Every day.

Run, run, run!

After the run back to the car we hung out at the house. What did we do? We wrestled.

And wrestled more. I’m under there somewhere…

Later the twins napped, the older boys watched a movie with Adam. I went for a foot massage and some shopping therapy. It was a very nice two hours that I never would have taken for myself on a normal Sunday while some or any of the kids were awake.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough spoiling, Adam took us out to the Burger Bar for dinner.

I don’t know why I love this place. I don’t really even like meat. I always get the veggie burger! But it somehow suits our family. It’s loud and the food is quick, but not so quick that I don’t have time to finish a glass of pinot noir. Or two glasses, if the kids behave or I’m particularly stressed from all the wrestling and running. They have a great selection of milk shakes (the kids got the malted milkball shake tonight) and yummy sweet potato tots for a change. And we can walk there.

And no one looks at us funny when we start wrestling on the floor of the restaurant, again.

And when it was all over we ran, not walked, home. Of course.

Even though I felt bad saddling Adam with most of the kid responsibility today (I know from experience it’s almost physically impossible to do it by yourself for any period of time), after today I felt like – may this crazy paced, unconventional life never end. It may be out of control, full of crying, fighting, wrestling and running but at least it’s never boring.