What Happened on Sunday

If you asked me how Mother's Day was, I would probably say it wasn't too good. But that is not entirely true. I didn't like the day because the kids were foced to stick around but there was nothing planned so they were all bored. And when you have four bored boys, you can only imagine the loud fighting that occurs. I wished it was planned out. Next year I will just be the one in charge and do something with my kids. My husband does not like to plan. He will do what I want but can't plan.
I am not a big gift person. I like things from the heart. And yet, I received some great presents. My twelve year old, came home early from a sleepover and he had his dad take him to the store. He brought home a really pretty bouquet of flowers and a balloon (and a Snickers bar which didn't help my diet). So sweet. I even got a nice big hug and an "I love you mom" from him. My youngest had been out shopping with his dad the day before and they had picked up a pretty glass flower decoration. It was so cute because he had accidently dropped it and a piece broke off of it. He showed me right away. And he was so relieved that I loved it and hadn't even noticed that it was broken. My sixteen year old, well he kind of just stayed out of sight. But for some reason that didn't really bother me much.

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And I also received a couple of gifts that really were special to me

This is a painting that my daughter did for me. She did this by herself, free hand. She said she got the idea for one of the three pictures from something she saw. The one on the left. But the other two were hers. She is so talented.

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The other gift I received was from my eighteen year old son. This is the one who can argue about anything. He thinks that he is the third parent and he is a pretty normal teenager. Well, to me he is a pretty remarkable kid. Well this son of mine, wrote me a letter. A three page, typed letter. He wrote that it was the least he could do was write me a letter explaining to me how important I am to him. I think I got teary right then and there. And that was only the first couple of lines. He wrote that he was a "mama's boy" and proud of it. He said that all his friends call me mom and are jealous of him. He wrote things like how he is a gentleman because I taught him to respect women.

He ended his letter by writing "Other girls will come and go in my life, but the one woman who will always stay true and he will love forever is me"

And then he wrote:                                                              from:

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What did I get from my husband???????  A SPANKING! He couldn't understand why I was upset at him. He thought it was because of gifts. NOOOO! I wanted him to plan to do something or tell the kids to go ahead and do what they want. At least then, I could take some time to myself - maybe read, paint my nails, enjoy the chocolate covered strawberries a friend of my oldest brought over. I did not want to do laundry and play referee. So he can't understand my "attitude" and I get in trouble. Okay maybe I could have communicated with out the sarcasm, accusations and general defiance. But I didn't. The spanking left me more mad. It took another day for us to talk, while I was over his lap, for us to work things out. I tend to listen better and I am much more submissive when I am in this position. Sometimes I might miss a word or two if they coincide with the smacks (LOL). We are back in a good place. I love my husband dearly. He is a great man. By now, one would think that we had some of this holiday stuff worked out. But we don't.

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Hopefully my bottom will be okay before the weekend. Thanks for reading my ramblings.