Today is the only official pre-scheduled day of the year that I get to sleep in. It’s tradition now. I sleep in and then we all go for brunch at my sister-in-law’s house where I eat my weight in some sort of delicious baked french toast concoction and open my lovely homemade gifts made by the very people who make it possible for me to be celebrating this day. Yes. Today. Sleep in. Only, it’s just after 8am. And here I am. Wide awake.
I am broken.
I don’t know if maybe it is because my youngest is five and my babies are no longer babies who get up at the buttcrack of dawn wanting milk or to eat or to play or to have my complete and total attention. In fact, two of my three children are still asleep right now; and the third would be content to snuggle in bed with me while I sleep and she watches Full House. (Note to new moms everywhere: You will sleep again!) Or maybe it’s because with my fantastic new job comes a not-so-fantastic wake-up call at, gulp, 6:15am. So, if you are doing the math at home, when you are waking up in the SIXES every day, sleeping in until somewhere in the EIGHTS is actually a sleep-in.
Either way. I am up.
(What’s that you say? You’d really like to bring me coffee in bed? Very well, I accept!)
I am doing very important things, I’ll have you know.
I am dicking around on Facebook. I mean, it’s super important that I look at, and drool over, my sister’s Australia pictures.
I am finishing up one of the best books I have read in a while. My Name is Mary Sutter by Robin Oliveira. It’s like a Civil-War time Grey’s Anatomy; only a thousand times better and less trashy. Also, I am such a history nerd; it’s sad.
I am looking at this picture that this amazing, amazing lady took of me wearing my wedding dress and eating a crapload of hostess cupcakes and wondering why I never thought to do this before.
(copyright @Jennifer Gilbert 2011. Please don’t steal. Also,Â hire her. You won’t be sorry!)
This picture has been 13 years in the making. I can’t wait to see the whole set…these are the wedding pictures I never had.
I am deleting the 400 emails I wake up to every morning. Old Navy, Old Navy Canada, Gap, Gap Canada, Banana Republic, GapKids, Bath & Body Works, ALDO, MAC Cosmetics online, Gymboree. I am so sick of seeing these all polluting my inbox all at once. And don’t get me started on the PopSugar Daily emails; no matter how many times I have unsubscribed from their emails that I never signed up for in the first place, they never go away.
I am waiting for my family.
(copyright @Jennifer Gilbert 2011. Please don’t steal. Also, hire her. You won’t be sorry!)
Where are they?
Where are they?
Oh well, I guess I’ll go find them myself…
Happy Mother’s Day everyone! xoxo