I feel like we didn’t even have a weekend. My husband and I had so much going on that both days flew by, dragging us to Monday morning before we could blink.
On Saturday, my older stepdaughter and her fiancé moved from one apartment to another, so we got up insanely early to help them out. My husband and I have moved so many times that we have it down to a science, plus it was supposed to storm that afternoon, so we hit the ground running. I met my steps goal for the step challenge in no time! In about two hours, we had everything moved into the new apartment, but our work wasn’t done yet: my husband had to head back to the old apartment to do some repair work, like fix up doors and blinds damaged by the dog, who is a sweetheart but had some adjustment issues when she finally got to move in with my stepdaughter and enjoy her first real home.
While he made those repairs, I swept the floors really well, hoping to make their final cleaning a bit easier. As I swept, I asked my husband, “How many times have we done this?” We moved our older stepson into his first place many years ago, and it was much the same, my husband fixing things while I cleaned. I’m sure there are several more moves coming up, too.
At the new apartment, my husband helped with a few things there too, so we didn’t get home until dinner time. In front of our door was a vase with red roses and a small card, and I could tell by the way my husband said, “Now, what is that?”, with a little smile on his face, that he knew exactly what it was.
I opened the card, expecting it to be from him, but it was actually from the kids! It was an early Mother’s Day bouquet. I was surprised and happy. My husband said they had asked him to help with the flower delivery. The bouquet is beautiful and means a lot to me.
My husband and I were tired, sweaty, and dirty after a long day, so we hit the shower together, then got comfy and relaxed for a bit before getting up early again on Sunday for a church event our younger stepdaughter had asked us to attend.
My younger stepson brought flowers to church for me for Mother’s Day–purple flowers, my favorite color–so I got another surprise! Later, my husband made dinner for me. He had offered to take me out to dinner, but he’s a damn good cook, so I asked if he minded cooking at home instead.
Yesterday after work, I received my third Mother’s Day surprise: my oldest stepson came by to visit, along with his wife and baby. My husband met me at the door, holding our grandbaby, both of them smiling to see me. We had a great visit and went to dinner with our son and his family, and we already have plans to get together again soon.
My Mother’s Day weekend was wonderful, just extremely busy and over much too quickly. We have another busy weekend coming up, but I am looking forward to it…once I catch my breath!
Sweat & Sparkle 