I love Mother's Day, but I hate my expectations of what I should receive; whether it be of time, or gifts. I envision a grandiose day with breakfast, lunch and dinner served to me from a restaurant menu; two - three hours of alone time to do whatever I want and than my Mother's Day fantasy ends with a fabulous spa treatment and movie. Instead, I get handmade gifts (which I do treasure) and a nice Sunday afternoon brunch (which I inhale); all of which I think are marvelous, but somehow never live up to my firework, parade throwing and royal idea of a day. Not to minimize what my husband, step-daughters and sons do for me on Mother's Day because I don't want to be selfish, or ungrateful --- I really don't! However, am I the only Mother who feels this way? For now I'll be grateful that I didn't have to cook this afternoon, use my new Bed and Bath Bodywork's hand towels and lotion set, frame the homemade poems and hand prints, read the book and write with the pen my step-daughter presented to me, and plant some flowers all while enjoying a cup of Starbucks coffee. Holy cow! I guess I am ungrateful...I need to call my mother again and tell her to be looking for a very big box; I need to make up for some lost time myself. Imagine that!

I am already stressing out about our summer schedule and here it is only the beginning of May; what's wrong with me? What's wrong with all of us? We are so over scheduled and over booked and we all think and say we're going to change it, but do we ever? UG! Well, maybe after all these graduations get over I'll have more time to myself on the weekends, and heaven forbid actually let my children have a childhood this summer instead of a schedule of forced entertainment.

I am listening to The Backyardigans at the moment while trying to figure out dinner at the same time. Actually, that's not true; I know what WAS going to be for dinner, how thawed do 1 1/2 inch steaks need to be to grill?...maybe I'll let my husband come up with plan B. Sometimes there just aren't enough hours in the day to fight over what your going to put in your stomach; I guess I'll have to roll with this one.

I love the warm weather; I love the fact that I can make the boys go out and play in the backyard so that I can have a few minutes of peace and quiet. I have longed for my two rambunctious boys to get old enough were I felt comfortable to let them go out in the backyard by themselves (we have a 6 foot privacy fence) with the 5-7 minute occasional glance to make sure they're okay. For them to get to the age where if they needed something, they could themselves slide open the sliding glass to get something, rat on someone, or tell me they need help without me having to be outside at their beck and call. I am finally there. AAAHHH! While I love going outside with them most of the time, I am enjoying some peace and quiet and some much needed alone time with a rag and some Pledge.

I want to know why my six year old has such a hard time when it comes to reading; not that he can't, but that he really doesn't like to. UG! Getting him to read his books for school, his little paper books no less, is like trying to pull teeth; I'm not asking for much. Oh well....such is life.

I have to laugh at my husband; though I love him dearly he continues to bring loads of equipment into this house. I should rephrase that, not just equipment, but technology of the music type; he has a reel to reel, a great sound system with vinyl player and receiver and a little boom box all downstairs for his listening pleasure while he's working or playing pool...take your pick...HA! Right now he's outside on the front porch giving our two boys hair cuts and I can hear one yelling, "Don't cut my tail!" Undoubtedly that would be my three year old talking about the little v neck hair he has growing at the base of his head, but it sounds terrible. Hopefully everything turns out okay.

I have no real idea what I'm doing, but I think this is something I'm doing just because everyone else is. We'll see what happens with this...like I really have any time or this, but we'll see. There is a part of me that thinks, "How egotistical are we that we think we should all have our own page for anyone to see? How important do you think we are?" Just a thought, but still fun. I think I chose this title, "Just a little of everything" because that's what I think I will probably blog about; anything and everything I'm feeling at the time.