My first Mothers Day

My very first Mothers Day was this past Sunday, and to be honest, it wasn't all that great. Seemed like a normal Sunday.

I woke up and took care of Baby J until my husband woke up around 9:30am. He took me out to breakfast (which was nice and out of the ordinary!) and it was fun except that Baby J started to get whiney and tired and we had to rush the last bit of it.

Once we got home, I went to take a nap. All I asked for was a nap for Mothers Day. One, long uninterrupted nap. Nobody calling me waking me up, no alarm clocks and no crying babies. Instead, the baby slept in his crib next to our bed and woke me up a little over an hour into my nap. So much for that.

My husband went to work, then I had to get both myself and my son dressed to head to my Mom's house. We exchanged gifts (she got me a beautiful dress that fit perfect) and I got her a Keurig. She set up a table full of finger foods, and my nephews and I ate until we couldn't eat anymore. Meanwhile, Baby J is crabby and I was crabby because of my half asses nap.

Not going to lie, I am sad that I didn't get a card, my long nap or the curtains I asked for in my bedroom. It's made me re-think my plans for Father's Day also.

I ended up deciding not to get cards or gifts for my own mother or mother in law from Baby J. I didn't have much money left and didn't want to start a tradition that I may not be able to uphold. Shitty, I know.