Mother's Day Reality

 

Well, did it turn out the way I fantasized it? It did, with some twists, human ones...

Fresh sheets - check.

Hear the sounds of breakfast making of sons and husband - check.

Leisurely time getting dressed  - not really, I had to speed things up because my middle son and husband had to go to their last day of Soccer Referee training...by 9 am...(I forgot)

...from an array of outfits - check, though I could not find that rainbow pantsuit Barbie had suggested...

eat crepes and fresh fruit and coffee - check - a little training and experience and my husband can do almost anything in the kitchen  - the crepes were delish! Another thing I can't claim as my own specialty anymore...

Flowers that are not roses, glads...check ish...need to do some explaining about colour - I am so picky that I fear repercussions later on - perhaps colour blind purgatory, or nasty colour combinations purgatory -

Delish gebakjes at mother-in-laws? check! with wine to boot...my mother-in-law should have been sitting down more I think - I found she and my sister-in-law washing and cutting up fruit and sausage - while capable sons were sitting down...(a little crazy making)this is something any son or husband could do but she said it would take too much explaining, my sister-in-law agreed ... HUH?  cut up fruit and sausage in chunks and put on plate....
 (I have a theory about this that I'll address in another post)

buy one book, just one?  - I didn't even make it to the bookstore - decided that I was spoiled enough, and as I have been cleaning up cupboards and shelves in the past weeks, I have a shelf full of books I have to, want to read, but haven't...

Admire homemade cards...check! I  love these things - my 14 year old made one (in pencil)  - because he knows I love handmade the best - he made me a newspaper birds nest with eggs last year - I still have it on a shelf ( I shellacked it) My youngest made me a card which had a ticket to mother's day inside :) and a black and green necklace which I wore all day (he said he picked lots of black because I seem to wear that colour a lot... :) , my oldest, in highschool, made me a metal flower in industrial arts - welded it together - it is lovely - such a treat recieving such love - my favorite part of the day.

Make Rhubarb pie with mom - check! it was, I tell you, the best very best Rhubarb pie I have ever tasted. My mother is a master pie baker  - has all the "recipes" in her head and hands ( ratios of things in her head, the knowledge of when it feels right in her hands) 
I will write a post on Rhubarb pie and with the recipe after this one. We gave half to my friend Maggie as we got most of the Rhubarb from her garden - our veg garden is in disarray from last year's pool excavation, but a faithful few rhubarb spears shot up despite the conditions...

Tokyo Bay - check! lovely tea service, well paced dinner - panko crusted deep fried bananas for dessert with vanilla icecream - yum. My mother had a nice time as well - she loves her grandsons - as she has a soft spot for males - Went home for Rhubarb pie and coffee - two desserts on Mother's day - :)

Strawberry Martinis - check check check...

Monday morning: drop off Middle son at 7 :30 am for soccer practice, go to Bakery for buns, back home assist with lunches and breakfast, drop off youngest at school on way to grocery store, back form store pack away all things, re-pack meat for freezer, answer emails, go to brief meeting, come back and blog...not that bad really..but I admit, I await my birthday...

Mother's Day Fantasy

 
 Wake up.

Close my eyes.

Smell my fresh sheets.
Smell bacon. donuts. croissant. fritatta.
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smile

Hear coffee beans being ground.

Get a little giddy.

Open my eyes.

Look at the sun shine through the leaves of the Oak tree.

Get up as espresso is steaming on stove

Take shower, leisurely like.

Hear whipping cream being beaten for crepes.

Get dressed, leisurely like. From an array of outfits.

Listen to boys chop strawberries and wash blueberries.

and say please and thankyou

Put in some earrings.

Hear crepes being flipped

Sit down in the sun in the living room.

Have coffee served by one of my boys - grey haired or fair.

Get kissed Happy Mother's day x4

Sip while reading the paper.

 

See my sons setting table for breakfast.

with no fighting

Be asked to sit at table.

Admire lovely hand made cards and flowers that are not carnations/roses/gladiolas/big tropicals

Be served some bubbly and orange juice.

Eat lovely crepes, observe son's delight in eating and having made what we're eating

Have a second coffee with grey haired boy in living room while fair haired are doing dishes

 Sit in sun in living room until it fades at noon

or more realistically

go to mother-in-law's for dutch gebakje's and coffee

eat too many pink or mocha iced gebakjes

not terribly difficult

grey and fair haired boys bring a little something for Nana without my organizing it

get dropped off at a bookstore

pick out one book

 just one

walk home and pick up Rhubarb from Maggie's garden

Eat light lunch (cheese, fruit) with wine in the sun out in the garden

while watching boys wrestle with Ruby and eachother

pick rhubarb from my garden

wash all rhubarb and chop into small chunks, add sugar and stir

await  my parent's arrival and the arrival of Rhubarb pie ingredients

give mom a little something

put together pie with mom and put in oven

drink tea

Take pie out of oven

Make Strawberry Martinis for mom and me

walk over with everyone to Tokyo Bay Japanese restaurant

drink tea in a curtained booth

eat yummy food together

walk home after dinner, listen to birds

smell the lilacs

have coffee and rhubarb pie together for dessert

have son(s) drop off  some pie over at Maggie's

 say goodbye to parents

sit and have another strawberry martini...

 while youngest goes to bed

watch movie with another strawberry martini

while two oldest go to bed

Fall asleep on couch with empty martini glass

Go to bed and read new book

sleep with the window open

hope my grey haired lover, father of my children reads this

though he might be busy