What a girl wants

This year, I got exactly what I wanted for Mother's Day.

I didn't want breakfast in bed. I'm too pregnant for eating in my bed to be comfy anyway.

I didn't want a fancy brunch. I have a 4-year-old, a 3-year-old, and an 18-month old. "Fancy brunch" sounds like "disaster waiting to happen."

I wanted to hang out with my family. They're the reason I get to have Mother's Day, after all. I wanted to achieve a slightly higher-than-usual level of peace and harmony among the siblings, just for grins. I wanted pizza for dinner, because the kids love that.

I know the saying goes "If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy," but that just isn't right. If the kids aren't happy, momma ain't happy. True story. So taking them out for their favorite dinner means a really good eating out experience for me.

As a bonus, I love Mellow Mushroom, and it's apparently not anybody else's idea of Mother's Day fine dining, so there was no wait. And my thoughtful husband called ahead and placed our order so that our pizza was already cooled off when we got there and I didn't have to listen to the kids whine about it being too hot.

And I wanted pretty art for my laundry room makeover (which so far exists only in my head, but that's a start) and I wanted my kids to make it for me so it would mean something. So with the help of an online tutorial and a hubby to keep the youngest one out of the paint and away from our canvases, this very un-artistic mom managed to help two young kids create some pretty fantastic works of art to brighten the walls of the room I spend the most time in.

It was a very pleasant Mother's Day indeed. I'm so blessed to have these kids to call me Mommy.