To those who might happen to read this and are mothers, I hope the day was a pleasant one for you. 'Tis a daunting job, fraught with huge pitfalls that impact the lives of those we love the most, but the world is a better place because of mother love.
I honor my own mother and grandmother today. (Both long deceased.) The older I get, the more like my mother I become. It's scary! The Armstrong/Covill women's legacy is that the daughters all grew up to be best friends with their mothers. I grew up in that security. As I raised my own daughter, I was hoping for that, as well. Meg and I had our moments. There were times when I wondered if we would ever get past some traumas, but I think it could be said that we are there. (I'm not sure Meg would say that!)
Meg and I went out for a late lunch/early dinner this afternoon. I've had a hankering for a Bob Evans breakfast...and unbeknownst to me, so has Meg. We had breakfast at 3:00 PM. Meg bought. Yay!
I have worked really hard this weekend. Got all of the laundry done. Cleaned Ryan's room and Robin's room. The kitchen and my bedroom are still trashed, but at least I can get around without tripping on things! The children got home around 6:00 PM and are now fighting. It will be bedtime shortly!
Still stuff to do before I can go to bed, but I'm okay with what I did get done. It's never enough, though...
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