I'd have posted this yesterday, but to be honest, I slept through it. We got up, dressed, and out the door for Sunday School and church, and I was awake. I was right there, on the ball, no stressing or worrying. Not even feeling particularly focused, to be truthful.
About ten minutes before the end of the service (which was a great service - this isn't a reflection on the pastor, at all), I realized I was dangerously close to going into full-on hibernation. I sat up. That didn't help.
I ate a mint. That didn't help.
I leaned forward. Boy, that really didn't help.
I sat back up and tried to stretch without shoving my arms into anyone's face.
Still no improvement.
So I got up and went to the hall, got a drink, stretched where only the little 11-month-old toddler and her mother could see me (they came around a corner mid-stretch - there was no way to pull out of it gracefully, so I just smiled and went with it).
I thought I was okay, so I slipped back in for communion. All was right with the world.
Until we got in the car. I fell asleep. Repeatedly and without warning.
And when we got home, I changed out of my church clothes and laid down for "just a bit". Kind of figured a little Mother's Day Nap was within the rules, right?
Five and a half hours later...
I got up then only because Z was starting to fret that I hadn't eaten enough, so he insisted I at least sit up and have a little something, even if I went straight back to bed afterword. Which, I didn't. I did stay up for the evening, for a nice visit with my mother in law and her sister, for hanging out with the kids and reading aloud. So, the day started nicely and ended beautifully, but I'm just going to have to trust everyone else on how the middle bit went.
I hope your Mother's Day brought you opportunities to make people feel appreciated, and opportunities for others to do the same for you.
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
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