Todd has been sick and Saturday night he went to bed early. He had much to do the next morning to be ready for Mothers day. Meaning he hadn't done anything yet, and Thank God, Walmart is open 24 hrs!! He passed out on the couch, pasty white with a heating pad on his stomach. Poor guy. He was going to need to be up early, to get to the store and back all before I or the kids woke up. Then he would need to tiptoe around hanging all the "Your the best mom in the world signs" up, quietly blow up all the balloons, carefully place the flowers in every room of the house. Not to mention teach the kids their harmonies to 'Because you loved me', so their performance to me would be flawless. Deep breath in. Yes, it would be a perfect Mother's Day. I went to sleep excited to not have to wake up, ever, if I so chose.
Then I had a nightmare that I woke up before 7, and in the bed next to me was a toddler who's foot was in my face, AND my husband was also in the bed. HE who was suppose to be dutifully making this the best day of the year for me. He was still in bed and still ASLEEP!! "This is a bad dream and I need to wake up" said me. So I did. Everything was still the SAME. I closed my eyes trying to force myself to go back to sleep. "He is just going to have to take the kids to the store with him. That'll teach him!!" Then I may have wondered why all this was happening to me.
Doesn't he know how difficult things have been for me. Why just last week if you would have asked me what I wanted for Mothers Day, I would have said a hole to hide in. I had hit the mommy wall, the one where if you have to plan one more party, take the kids to one more practice or cook one more meal you'll lose it. Then I had to do just that - so naturally, I lost it. Naturally. My sweet husband sat with me while I ugly cried, trying to sort out the many emotions that were pouring out of me. Through gasps I sobbed "I.... don't .... think ..... I ... like myself ... very... much! I...can't be..... what .... I want.... to be." What I mean by this is, I have set the bar too high, and I'm never going to reach it. This is devastating to realize. I just can't keep pretending I am that person I want to be. The one who is perfect and everyone loves. IT'S EXHAUSTING! Especially because apparently I have forgotten that perfect people, well they don't actually exist. (I stand corrected by my 7 year old who is reading this behind me and just said, "um, Mom, Jesus existed, and He is perfect." ) She's so smart that one.
So as I lay in bed face scrunched up into a ball of stress for not being fully appreciated. I took a breath, and exhaled all the unrealistic expectations I had for the day, which turns out was all of them. I started thinking about what else we could do, instead of me just laying on a chaise lounge with my husband and children fanning me. While I was thinking Todd curled up to me and started telling me wonderful things about myself, of which I probably didn't deserve given my recent tantrum. However, instead of listening to the guilt that usually plagues me like a fly on poo, I decided to believe him.
We managed to have a fantastic day despite all of my best attempts to sabotage it before it even began.
It's funny everywhere I go people love to tell me how full my hands are, and I fain a smile mumbling "genius" under my breath, but my first thought when I saw these pictures was "Hells Yeah, I do!" It's hard, real hard, but it's also great.
P.S. My husband did feel bad about the lack of planning on his part, and as a result it's Mother's day all week long!
Happy Mothers Day!