Off the Hook

Since the day we met Mr. Sloth has cursed me for having a birthday so closes to Mother's Day as if I had a choice in the matter. (I guess I was two weeks early but I assure you, if I broke my mother's water on purpose I know I had no idea what I was doing) This year he got a break. Last month when he surprised me with the house he let me know that it was my Mother's Day gift and Birthday gift. I knew he was planning something wonderful for my birthday and I don't have the courage to ask what it was since I'll never see it. :(

One of the reasons Mr. Sloth liked me when I was dating was that I didn't care if he didn't get me gifts. I really didn't. Gosh I was just happy to be dating him, wasn't that enough? And now, on Mother's Day, isn't it enough that I have three kids? Can I really throw a tantrum if I don't get a foot spa and a hand made four year old art project? So not only did I head into Mother's Day knowing that I wasn't getting a present, per se, but with less than 24 hours notice I found out I would be spending Mother's Day doing a top to bottom clean of the house.

Now, before you start a riot, please make note of this. I am a practical person who likes practical gifts. The two things I ask for and dream of most is a) more sleep and b) just one day to clean the house. On Mother's Day I got both. I slept in until 9am. (Mr. Sloth was not so lucky as Demand woke him up at 5:15am wondering if they could make me breakfast. Yikes!). Then we were off to Mass. After Mass Pax decided to take a nap so he slept in his crib while I put on my cleaning clothes and Mr. Sloth carted "Thing One and Thing Two" off for some lunch. After lunch Mr. Sloth picked up Pax and I didn't see them again until 5:30pm.

I had four hours to myself to clean the house as much as I please. I also managed to have one....or two margaritas, some chips and guac, and a nap before heading of to my mother in laws for dinner.

Oh, and before I forget, Demands gift.....She greeted me first thing in the morning with a handmade card and a rock. Yes, a rock. Hand picked from our front yard. She could barely sleep the night before she was so excited to give it to me. She and Mr. Sloth also made me breakfast, which, of all the Mother's Day gifts I actually regret. See I don't eat breakfast and while I love breakfast foods and I'll eat it if it's served to me what I didn't like was the 45 minutes it took me to clean the kitchen later that day. I would have much rather stuck with my morning coffee thank you. (So much grease!)

Later that night, once the kids were asleep we watched, "The Kings Speech" which was fantastic. As it ended around 11pm I realized that I hadn't bought the Sunday Papers yet. Mr. Sloth made on finally push for Mother's Day and went to the gas station at 11:11PM at night to get me my three news papers. Hoorah!

He had one last wave of guilt when I complained this morning of the missing coupons but it turns out the coupons were seriously lacking this week, it wasn't just Mr. Sloth (whew). It is good that I discovered that it wasn't just the papers he bought because I have a serious mental issue with loosing things and it drives Mr. Sloth up a wall. I can't stand to have something lost. I will literally lose sleep and spend countless hours searching for something even if its seriously gone. (Mr. Sloth lost his wallet in January and I still scope out the church parking lot every time I drive through it). I must have spent a collective hour this morning searching through the same stack of papers looking for more coupons.

(sigh) Mr. Sloth is a saint.

Oh, and I had some great deals at Walgreen's tonight. I saved $21 and spent $8, all on necessities. Toilet paper, deodorant, Kleenex.... so much fun.

Tomorrow Mr. Sloth and I are heading to a baseball game. He somehow managed to make it my birthday present for another year. Clever guy, he is. This week is going to fly by. This last lovely week until.....my birthday. :(