Mom's Day... drawn out.

My Mother's Day weekend was full of hugs and dirt and work.  Finally yesterday I had a day off, but Dave and Donovan didn't, so Weston and I have been playing a lot together. OK, and he's been doing some outside play on his own too.  And he invented peas stuck in radishes... -I wish I was just more grateful and cheerful, but I'm so tired and so is Dave and that makes for crankiness.  I can not get over the fact that I must continually surrender what I most want to get done so I can be Mom.  I am still behind in domestics, but more than that, I long for a few hours on my own.  With Dave working all day I miss the half hour here and there to tuck away on to the computer, or read, or exercise.  I imagine if I were to go to bed earlier I might conceive of getting up earlier and accomplishing things before Dave heads off to rehearsal, but late at night has been our catch up together time.

The boys seem insecure with our stress, too.  They're quick to argue and feel taken from.  Today the weather is matching our internal struggles.  Wind is whipping the young branches and the clouds are gray.  It looks like Oregon in the fall.

Sunday morning the boys had little cards and gifts for me, of course I had not slept much or showered the gray out of my hair so this photo is not my most becoming.  But they were sweet.  They each gave me some Pokemon cards, which is one of the most valuable things they could think of.  When I got back from the matinee, I wanted to rush off to Drumheller and go out to dinner so we wouldn't have to make it or clean up, but the restaurant we called wasn't taking reservations til 8.  So... I started making our own supper and it turned out well.

Then on Monday Weston, David and I went to O'Shea's for lunch when they weren't busy at all and that was nice.

We're definitely in transition mode: in between shows -no, overlapping shows!  Just 5 more.  It's tough having Man of La Mancha breathing down our necks.  I'm still trying to hang on to Lettice bravely, even with its low percentage points, and finish strong.  But I'm also trying to start my grieving too.  Strange.

We're out of sorts tonight with soccer in Rockyford and a LATE supper.  -Gotta go get those quarreling boys in bed.

So really, Mom's day is just drawn out for this week, and the whole year.  There is no end to the sacrifice, the purpose, the love, and exhaustion, and the joy... in hindsight.