A Mother’s Day just like any other day
Is there some sort of blogging rule that if I didn’t have a pithy happy mother’s day post wishing a happy mother’s day to everyone but seahorses that I need a recap? Mine was just like a regular Sunday (husband at work! we went to the grocery store! riveting ) but with more cleaning because my in-laws came over for dinner. But they made it. So, double the work for them and twice the clean-up for me? Genisus we are not.
I am crankier than shit (see above) and I also might be having a midlife crisis because I really want to do this to my hair. Maybe without bangs? Who knows. Spencer is adamantly against it. “Mommy, your hair is brown. All brown. Like me.” He might be on TeamBangs because then we would be even more twin-like.
Spencer and I did make a tart yesterday, crust and all. Pie crust is my culinary Achilles’ heel, but I think it turned out ok. I failed to get any blog-worthy glamour shots, but Spencer was very, very proud of our efforts. I am off to eat some of those efforts for breakfast.