Happy Mother’s Day! I hope that y’all had a day filled with love and joy, surrounded by the people that you love the most.
Here on the Gulf Coast, we’ve had another one of those lovely, magical weekends that it seems we only have. Sweet Husband’s parents cam down to spend the weekend with us because it was Mother’s Day. Friday night was pretty low-key because three of the four of us are teachers and that’s means we were exhausted. We had planned to head to our local water hole on the beach so we could listen to the sounds of the Gulfport Music Festival but a) we were tired and b) there were actually terrible storms in the area that necessitated the canceling of the rain or shine event. We sat out on our front porch and enjoyed what we could while it lasted and then when the storms got too bad, took ourselves off to bed.
Saturday started poorly but ended well. I had a rather unpleasant exchange with the folks at the AT&T Store over my supposed misunderstanding of what my cellphone bill would be. (Hint: there was no misunderstanding; they lied) So after a 13 year relationship with AT&T, I’ll be looking for a new wireless carrier.
Sweet Husband and I also had a disagreement Saturday morning about getting yard work done. His parents brought down tools and we’re willing to get out in our yard & help us, but he wanted to relax. That’s what has been bothering me lately. I don’t mind relaxing, but if there’s work to be done, I want to get the work done and then relax. After our disagreement, I headed out to the unpleasantness of AT&T, & SH & his parents got to work in the yard.
When I got home, I helped in the yard for a couple of hours. After several hours of work, we’d trimmed all the bushes and a few trees, pulled out some nasty vines and cut down several dead things.
(That second picture is the huge pile of yard waste for our efforts. I think everything behind it needs to be cleaned up too but Sweet Husband loves his “wild spot”)
Because my darling mother-in-law likes to shop, we dropped our boys off at the watering hole to listen to Day 2 of the Gulfport Music Festival, and we went shopping. At our local Dirt Cheap (salvage store), I scored two lamps for our bedroom re-do & a new camera bag that doesn’t look like a camera bag. I’m hoping that both things meet my needs. I’ve got to find shades for the lamps now. Trying to figure out if I want colored shades or if I want to go with white. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Because Saturday was the second Saturday of the month, we took the parents to Bay St. Louis’s Second Saturday. I absolutely love Second Saturday. I love wandering in and out of shops. I was hoping to find another oyster basket for our front porch but didn’t score that. SH did buy me a baseball coffee mug, though, a Mother’s Day gift from our Desserts. After a few free glasses of wine & wandering the streets of downtown Bay St Louis, we headed to dinner and then back home, where we sat on the front porch and listened to the Gulfport Music Festival. I caught the Violent Femmes and Ludacris. I was gonna stay up & listen to Kid Rock but a long day with little rest meant a 11:30 stage time was too late for me, although I did hear him playing at 12:30 and again at 1:00 when I woke up briefly.
Today has really been about relaxing – since we worked yesterday. I worked this morning but that was selfish; I wanted to be able to take pictures of my flowers. We laid around the house this morning and did laundry before heading to Hattiesburg to spend the afternoon with his Mom.
During this last week I’ve read a few things about dreading Mother’s Day – those who are experiencing the particular brand of ache that infertility brings. I don’t particularly find myself in that boat, although this morning as I was scrawling my morning pages I did get a little misty thinking about what may never be. I’m usually ok on the infertility front – it’s not an open wound. Most of the time. There are times when it is overwhelming but generally I’m ok. And because Mother’s Day has always been about my mothers and grandmothers, I’m ok with that piece of the celebration. It’s not a hurtful day like Father’s Day is due to the irreparable relationship with my long-gone mentally ill father and missing my grandfathers. Mother’s Day and I are good.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been here on a Sunday evening but it is time to begin working on intentions again. I wrote a few out for the coming week this morning as I was writing:
It’s a lot, isn’t it? I’ll be lucky (& happy!) if I get half those things done.
How was your weekend? Did you get to relax or were you on the go? And what are your plans for the week? Let me know in the comments!