Yesterday was Mother's Day.
Hubby usually goes overboard and makes it as wonderful a day as he can… but he's in Australia. Events conspired against us.
The plan was for me and the girls to go to church at 9:00 until 10:00, then head north to my sister's for mother's day with my mom. My sister cooked dinner. I made a cake for dessert.
I had presents for my sister, who doesn't have kids of her own, and presents for my mom. I had the cake which turned out pretty good. I had a third of it instead of having any dinner, so I know. I had chocolate and caramel dipped pretzels, and several dozen chocolate dipped strawberries that Thing 1 had made the day before as part of a fundraiser for girl's camp.
Thing 2 woke up sick. It was hard to tell if it was just whiny sick, or really sick. I let the girls stay home from church, but I went. I was feeling a little sad watching everyone else's kids get up and sing for the mothers. When I got home we talked and Thing 2 was still feeling kind of crappy but I convinced her that sleeping in the car is as easy as sleeping on the couch. I let it percolate for a while because there was no rush getting out of the house, by the time we got to my folk's house, they'd be at church. It started to seem to me like she was getting worse. But by then I had convinced the girls we should go, and Thing 2 started crying that she had ruined Mother's Day, and we should just go no matter how sick she felt. But then her temperature popped up to 102, and she finally fell asleep. It was obvious she was too sick to go, and I was glad we hadn't taken her earlier.
Mother's day was kind of a bust. Australia is an inconvenient time difference, Hubby's getting up when the girls are at school, we're going to bed at the middle of his day, and he's asleep when we're getting up. We won't have many chances to talk for the next two weeks.
I think I'll do a do-over with my mom this weekend, and drive up to see her and my dad on Sunday.
Meanwhile, at the barn, Thing 2's riding instructor has come up with a horse for her to ride. His name is Bones, and he seems about perfect for her. He's taller than any other horse she's ridden at 16 hands, is a thoroughbred, and he's already done a lot of dressage and jumping. He's kind of middle aged, at 16 years old, and is reasonably priced. I'd love to buy him but the upkeep for horses is what puts you in the poor house. Somewhere along the road someone taught him to smile.
Thing 2 loves him already. We're going to try and lease him until our ship comes in, unless someone else buys him first.