1. The ‘I Heart You’ pendant (or something similar) from the mall jewelry store that I will never wear. My husband and I made a deal years ago that he would dissuade our kids from ever buying something like this for me. And I would do the same for him if they every wanted to buy him some ridiculous cartoon or equally stupid novelty tie for Father’s day.
2. Chocolate. This will go STRAIGHT TO MY ASS PEOPLE!!! I have been training really hard to have, and keep a good ass. I don’t need others to sabotage me…I can do that just fine all by myself while I’m PMS-ing.
3. Don’t even think about a puppy. The kids would think is a great idea because really it’s for them, but you know damn well who will be cleaning up its shit and paying for the vet bills.
So what do I want for Mother’s Day? I want it to be ALL ABOUT ME, which is why I’m getting up super early to go run a half marathon. Twenty one point one kilometres of heart pounding sweat. This is my way of celebrating motherhood; I
want need to know that I’m still tough enough, strong enough and fit enough to put my body to the test. And seeing my gorgeous kids and husband cheering me on at the finish will make it the absolutely most perfect Mother’s Day ever.