Most people do not have birthday parties on Mother's Day. I cannot remember the last time I worked on it either. So I usually have a nice, relaxing (and rare) Sunday off. Today was no exception. We had brunch at my mom's house as we usually do. I made my ever popular challah french toast. (Buy unsliced challah and slice it into pieces at least an inch thick. Once the slices are dipped and in the pan you must also sprinkle liberally with cinnamon. Serve it with real maple syrup too, you know, the stuff that comes out of maple trees-not the pathetic goo made from corn syrup!)
Then we came home and Little Man took a nap. My husband fell asleep watching TV while I worked on the computer a bit. Afterward I took a nap. Moe (our cat) fell asleep in his usual spot, between my guy and me. We all slept for a few hours. Then Little Man climbed into bed with us and started chatting. (I can't figure out if it's cute or annoying when he wakes us up using that method.) Apparently we all needed some sleep. (Well, Moe has a rough life taking naps, sleeping, eating and then sleeping some more along with occasional bird watching.)
I know that sounds boring, but really it was wonderful having a nice relaxing day! I wish Little Man could appreciate what a luxury a nap truly is. But hey, he's only 4 years old. I suppose at that age it's in his job description to debate and protest naptime.
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