Saturday Daily entry Save~cha-ching 39 days in a row~ I snuck out of town for the last 24 hours. Gone. No house. No wireless connection. No email. No laptop. No kids. No cell phone. No pets. I did let the husband tag along because I am a kind and generous soul. I was a wild woman, carefree and without responsibility. It was brief, but it was divine. I consider it one half of my Mothers day present to myself, time out and away from the house~
Tomorrow is the big day. The holy Mother of all appreciation holidays. Not only do I look forward to how my daughters will spoil me, I get to spoil my own Mother. The whole day carries good vibes and I’d never turn my back on good Mamma juju.
As I’ve wandered around the Internet over the last week I’ve seen many, many good suggestions for Mothers day gifts. I’ve seen the standard ideas, some unique possibilities and a few that just raised my eyebrows and made me hope to gawd my daughters didn’t stumble across the article. When it comes down to it, I’m not really worried about what I get……..But, if I have a choice or voice in this matter I do have a few requests.
- Since it’s my day, no one and this includes pets, should make a single– solitary noise in the morning until I am fully awake. I’ve heard about this fairy tale called quote “sleeping in” and I’d really like to test it out. I’m fairly certain it’s just an urban myth, but like a mad scientist, I’d like to experiment~But please have the coffee fully percolated and ready for my favorite cup. You can do this silently, I have faith!
- Standard, no lift a finger around the house, Mothers day rules should apply, but this year, I would like a bell. That’s right a bell. The jingle jangle of a bell would enhance my pedestal status on the couch. I’m certain.
- For one day, no one should text message around me. That’s right, nadda on the text messaging your friends right next to me and my pedestal. The annoying, click click click your fingers make at warp texting speed drives me batty. I know you didn’t know this bothered me so, but there. It’s out. If you must text, go to the bedroom or the bathroom. Just think of all the exercise you’ll get! It will be like watching a tennis match.
- Rice krispy Treats. Make a whole pan thats just for me. Say a vow to the Patron Saint Mommyday that no one will dare swipe a square or look at my feast with hungry eyes and a quivering lip. There should be no rice krispy treat guilt, on Mothers Day. Do that, make me rice krispy treats and I’ll pledge a whole ‘nother year of putting you both on a pedestal and loving the hell out of you~
That’s it. I think, that’s simple enough. Now, I’ve got to run, clean the house top to bottom, do as much laundry as I can get in before midnight, scrub some toilets…….you know, get the house prepared for my day off sort of deal~~~
True, I never shared personal relationship status, nor play by play highlights of my comings and goings during the last 5 years of blogging. I had/have my reasons for that, many of them. Regardless of my omissions, for me writing in this dimension always felt like deep personal individual…… anyway.