Happy Mother's Day!

My day started really early with an SMS from my dad, who delights in the 8-hour time difference when it comes to waking you up early on a Sunday morning in the dark.. :-)

An hour later another message from the second man in my life, who I'm delighted to hear from at any hour, day or night, and who gives me the warm fuzzies in a big way.

And shortly thereafter my son strolled in with a box of chocolates he'd bought (with his own money! that's a first) and a hand-made card that made me laugh.

Having thus heard from the three men in my life, my Mother's Day is done! :-) And it's on to washing, dishes, feeding the starving hordes (or at least a teen with an apparent tapeworm) and sorting out the cars in ways big and small.

There's one particular job today that I hope I survive - crawling under the Ford and doing the gearbox oil. Last time I tried the car moved rather dangerously and threatened to roll onto me, so I decided to leave it. Today I have no choice, it MUST be done. It has to be good to go for some serious driving next weekend at odd hours of the day and night. Got a few Olivia jobs too, including possibly cleaning off the engine (which, to be nice to my neighbours, may require some careful placing of a plastic basin to catch the oil slick) so I can check what's going on under the crud.

Yup, that's Mother's Day in my little household. Ceremonies over and life goes on! :-) Which is precisely the way it should be. A Mother's Day is simply that, a day filled with all the things a mother does.