There’s a huge amount of pressure put on us to have that picture perfect Mother’s Day. And, whilst half the country may very well have had an Instagram worthy day, there’s the other half that have not. I’m in that other half, every single year. And whilst I know this won’t last as Little Button gets older. I just want you to know that sh*t does happen for everyone. In my case, it was literal this year (you’ll see what I mean in a second).
It all started with a 5am wakeup call
There were no Sunday morning lie-ins for me this Mother’s Day. There never is, so I knew this was coming. Little Button woke me with a start at 5am by staring into my face, hers an inch above mine. Whispering in frantic tones into my eyeballs ‘what’s that noise mummy’. A sure fire way to ensure that I would jump up and out of bed. The noise was our 2 cats, who had decided that they would noisily play on the stairs by racing up and down them. They could have done this any other day. But no. Only Mother’s Day morning at 5am would do for them.
We eventually got downstairs to discover the catastrophic horror that one cat decided to take things to another level by pooping in the kitchen! Happy Mother’s Day. Mr Button bravely dealt with the offending sh*t in both manners of the word.
So that’s breakfast in bed out the window then?
So new, it was still in its wrapper
Present time was a card, still in its wrapper and yet to be written (because she just wouldn’t write it). And a box of chocolates, gorgeous mug and flowers that I picked up at Tesco’s the day before. *The little had already made me 2 gorgeous cards a few days before at school, but Mr Button didn’t know this.
The forlorn look of a sandwich lunch
My dream Mother’s Day would be sitting back, feet up and being served a delicious lamb roast lunch. Instead, as anticipated, Mr Button forlornly looked at the little and declared that it had to be sandwiches for lunch (as I hadn’t made anything). I had a bit of a giggle watching them miserably settle sadly on soggy jam sandwiches (for effect I’m sure). But in typical mum-style I had secretly ordered a whole stack of goodies from pizza hut and they arrived just before the jam could be retrieved from the fridge. Hooray for me then!?
And that’s how it all unfolded
And so the day went on, as like any other normal Sunday, with me frantically rushing about washing, ironing and sorting everyone’s stuff out for the week ahead. Homework was done. Reading was done. And the only thing that hadn’t been done, I fear, was Mother’s Day.
So in a last ditch attempt to snatch back a bit of Mother’s Day for myself (because I’m the mother right?!), I settled everyone down for a late afternoon movie of Paddington Bear 2, complete with chocolatey desserts and sticky cuddles from Little Button. Then, before I knew it, it was time for me to sort out tea, bath and bedtimes.
No photos had been taken. No Instagramming had been done. In fact, it could have been any other Sunday that had just happened.
Don’t sweat it
That evening I whizzed through dozens of fab ‘look what we did today’ posts on social media. It made me smile. Because I am so glad that some mummies out there did get to have special days. But if you had a bit of a manic one like me, don’t sweat it. You definitely weren’t the only one.
If you do feel a bit of a flicker of the heartstrings, before you wind yourself up, take a look at your little one. Right there. Right there within arm’s length. Looking at you smiling. Now that’s the best Mother’s Day present you will ever get. Enjoy and be grateful that you have them in your life, to love and treasure every day.