Putting the Happy into Mothers' Day

I'm not really sure how many more weekends I can spend NOT cleaning out my condo. Actually, I'm pretty sure that answer would be "none" because my mother informs me that my uncle will be coming this week to start on the painting/ceiling scraping/wallpaper stripping goodness of it all. Oh, dear, but I've still got more junk to throw/move out. *sigh*

Anyway, because you all know that I hate the emotional confrontation, let's talk about how I spent my weekend. Saturday was spent cleaning my house. Carpet and hardwood were vacuumed. Dishes were put away. Clothes were washed (all of them, seriously!) and put away. All of this after the cable/internet man came by to - once and for all! - sort out my Internet/wireless situation. (Yes, it's true, I'm now zooming down the Information SuperHighway at home! Well, I would be if I weren't away from home at the moment, but you know what I mean.) Productive, productive, productive.

Then yesterday I took all of the boxes of books I want to donate to the library (if only I didn't keep procrastinating) out of the car so that I could "get serious" about finishing up my move. Alcott's older brother was to help me in return for my paying off his fines for keeping his football jersey. Except that he, Alcott, and the child formerly known as Vader Boy and now probably more accurately described as Alcott's twin (because they look very similar at this point) had a basketball game at noon in the South Bay area of San Diego. OK, fine: go to game, watch/cheer on boys, take other boys home, use older brother's slave labor mercilessly until he collapsed in a heap. Except. Turns out they were in a tournament and, after winning the noon game, they were on the hook for a second game at 2:00 p.m. (which turned out to be closer to 2:30 p.m.) and Older Brother was not at all fresh as a daisy after playing in two consecutive basketball games.

So, instead of spending three or four quality hours moving things and getting things off to the Goodwill, we had Denise by herself (yet again) filling up her car between 5:00 and 6:00 p.m. (too late to go to Goodwill) for a trip to the new house. Huzzah. This is seriously going to take forever and I don't have that kind of time, so I'm not sure where to go next.

To end on a high note, though, let me share something from yesterday that made me cry. (Other than the sight of my former bedroom and office/guest room - we're not going there!) While I was waiting for the boys to get ready to leave, Alcott handed me a folded piece of paper, saying, "Here you go." I looked down and saw three printed hearts along with the words "Happy Mother's Day to one of the biggest mother figures of my life". Game over. I'm not going to type out what he wrote inside because that's between him and me, suffice it to say that many tears were shed (by me). We had just had a discussion last week about how you can have more than one mother and that Mother/Mom can be anyone who loves and nurtures you, in the context of why he should either get or make a Mothers' Day card for his foster mom. And then he made one for me. Once again proving that, if I were to die tomorrow, my life has had meaning beyond just my own existence. I really am so blessed.

Happy belated Mothers' Day to every nurturing, loving one of you!


neca said…
Thank you for this post. Stopped my pity party in its tracks! I'm glad something did. Hugs to a wonderful lady.
Jenn said…
Awww, that is SO sweet of Alcott to give you that card! You're both so lucky to have each other in your lifes :)
January said…
Congrats on all of your clothes being washed. Seems I always have a small load that didn't make it - somehow!

It's driving me MAD!!

KTB_ said…
Is there someone you can hire to help with the balance of the work? I know my Aunt hired a handy man to remove all the crap from her house.

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