M Is For Mother (ish)

As I was performing the afternoon sanitation of the desks on Friday, The Kid Who Carries The Gi-normous Gym Bag came over to me. I was wielding bleach wipes and in a bit of a rush as I didn't have to stay quite as late that day. My only late bus student was out sick and I wanted everything done so I could bolt. I was very focused on getting the germs under control and only half noticed that someone was there. But it's not like you can avoid bumping into that huge gym bag so I finally caught sight of the student waiting to speak to me. Here is what he said:

"Hey, Ms. Sheep! I know you don't have any kids or anything and that you get that weird twitch when any of us call you Mom. But I still really want you to have a Happy Mother's Day anyways, 'kay?"

I'll just give you a moment. I'm sure you'll need it to make "awwww" noises and perhaps wipe away that tear that you don't want to admit to having. I understand. I was touched, too.

When TKWCTGGB tells you to have a Happy Mother's Day, you do it. He carries a lot of stuff in that bag. Some of it could probably be used to make my life miserable if he really wanted to take the time. He'll also ask me tomorrow if I enjoyed the day because he's like that. I took his wish for me seriously. This called for cake.

Fortunately, I had cake. It was one I made last weekend and stuck in the freezer before I knew that I needed to celebrate a day that I didn't actually earn. I also had fudge sauce so that all worked out. The only thing left to do was keep the jammies on for the entire day and watch my blood sugar.

I tried to get the cats in on the whole thing, but they didn't seem interested. Probably just as well. Breakfast in bed isn't all that great when the ones serving it don't get along all that well and tend to shed into whatever gets in their way. I made my own waff-ooz 'n syrup this morning and ate them on the couch. Close enough.

I chatted with my own mom, watched a highly enjoyable House marathon and knit my way to the point where I can justify starting on sleeves for That Thing That Could Be A Sweater If I Knit Sweaters But I Don't So It's A Dishcloth (with sleeves). I did all this while eating cake covered in hot fudge. And I never spilled a drop.

I do believe I can truthfully report to my student that I did myself proud on my Mother (ish) Day.

For those of you who are less "ish" when it comes to being mothers and who are celebrating yourselves, I wish for you all the best of days. I hope that you go to bed tonight feeling totally and completely appreciated for all you do.

And that you had cake. If not, you can get one tomorrow. There will be some really pretty ones on sale. Trust me. I know about these things. Go for the chocolate one if you can!

SA