Happy Mother's Day, Cinderella.
I know just how she feels.
I woke up on Mother's Day morning with a smile. I could smell the cinnamon rolls baking and soon two of my cute boys showed up in my room with a plate and some orange juice. When I got out of bed, I was greeted by a clean house. Getting ready for church was a breeze, no rushing to iron or find shirts. My dinner for later was in the fridge, waiting to be cooked. It was a magical morning.
Of course, there's no such thing as magic unless you live in a fairy tale, which I do not. I worked my hiney off for two days getting ready, just so I could have a relaxing day. Here's my list, which I think could rival Cinderella's-
- washed, folded and put away 6 loads of laundry to 'catch up' (tho', caught up only means that everyone has something in their drawers and there are no full baskets in the front room.)
- ironed 5 pairs of pants and 2 dress shirts
- mopped kitchen and cleaned out the fridge
- cleaned and vaccumed living room, TV room and stairs
- grocery shopped for cinnamon rolls, orange juice, and ingredients for dinner
- made dinner ahead of time
- cleaned the little boys' room (which resulted in two more loads of laundry)
- cleaned three bathrooms, including a 'teenage' bathroom that was just this side of toxic
So, for all you moms out there who had someone else clean, or whose house is always clean, I salute you. You obviously have it more together than me (that's not too much of a compliment, it doesn't take much to have it more together than me). And, if there's anyone who had to prepare for her own Mother's Day, just know you aren't alone. You, me and Cinderella, making our own magic.