My second Mother’s Day is down. Over. O.V.E.R. And I faked it goooooooood. But not after I had a sincerely wonderful time with my beautiful baby girls and loving Hubby… at a Hollywood brunch spot that is totally inappropriate for children. But that’s what I wanted. And on Mother’s Day, the Mom wins despite better judgement. Because I said so.
Last year I worked my butt off on Mom’s Day (and I liked it), but this year (officially exhausted with TWO babies now) I wanted it to be an I’m-Queen-For-A-Day day. So I called my favorite restaurant: the fabulous Asia de Cuba on the famed Sunset Strip and made a reservation for 2 adults, 1 high chair, and someplace to put a carseat. For real. The pre-baby me would’ve died of embarrassment. (I find myself saying this more and more.) But I pulled off this inappropriate-dining-area-for-kids thing before, so why not try my luck again. It worked to my surprise… and my husband’s shock and awe.
We were seated in what I like to identify as the “Fab Mom” section of the patio… with (count ’em in the picture) not 1, not 2, but THREE carseats! Yeah! We sipped mojitos… with real life rum and sugar cane an everything. We (LadyP) crammed chocolate-covered strawberries in her face. We (LilMiss) took a siesta in our carrier practically the whole time, until we (LilMiss, again) wanted to show off her ruffles and try for a bit of a tan. Brunch was deeeeeeee-li-cious! And then… it was over. The Mother’s Day gods granted me good luck that day.
And then, perhaps to prove to them that I deserved their generosity of good children on a most notable day, I did something oh-so-sneaky… something that babies do when they are content and don’t want to be bothered. Something only a desperate mom could do when she is absolutely at the end of her supply of energy. I went home, laid down in my bed, and faked a nap. It was Hubby’s turn to take over whether he liked it or not. I was not in the mood to be a team player on the only official day carved out for mothers, so I wasn’t. Maybe my mojito gave me the courage to be so defiant. With LilMiss not wanting to sleep and LadyP on the most insane sugar high that she will be on this entire year, I refused to open my eyes. The baby cried. My eyes stayed shut. LadyP ran around like a lunatic with the balloon I’d been presented with that very morning. My eyes stayed shut. I was out cold… except I really wasn’t and I heard every single nutzo thing that was happening in my house (although I think I did end up really falling asleep for a little while). Loud noises crashed. Papa could handle it. Babies cried for their bottle. Papa could handle it. Toddlers screamed to play the same damn music video that you’re sick of watching morning noon and night. Papa could handle it. And he did. Thanks Hubby. You did good and I appreciate it, despite that our house looked like a tornado hit it and Hubby looked like he’d been through WWIII when I woke up 3 hours later.
It was the most fabulous day I’ve had in a while. I highly recommend faking it next time you have a chance and can get away with it.
HOW WAS YOUR MOTHER’S DAY?