So, remember this room?
I know, it's hard to recognize. I can barely see the resemblance myself. Even the closet is neat.
That was my Mother's Day gift from Mike (along with some dahlias and not having to cook all day): a WHOLE AFTERNOON of no child related responsibilities so I could dig myself out of that wreck of a room. It's all mine now, by the way, which is why it ended up so messy. OK, PARTLY why it ended up so messy. We moved all the office stuff out a few weeks ago and everything just stayed jumbly. I now feel like I can tackle my ever-growing list of things to sew and I better get on it soon. This month includes birthday parties for 4 and 7 year old girls, a baptism and two preschool teachers. To say nothing of all the things around the house that need to get done.
Before I get ahead of myself, let me just bask a little more in that (still) clean room, in the pretty glass of flowers brought to me by my three babes,
in the gorgeous pile of drawings and writings bestowed on me by the boys
including this from Tate,
and this from Cal.
It is enough to make me want every day as Mother's Day. But really, when I think about it, every day is.