MOTHERSDAY

Mothersday is always a strange day here.
There's a huge difference between the boys and the girls.
Not only because the girls make a mother's day present at school, and the boys don't.
Because the girls have no spectrumdisorder they are far more attached to me on an emotional level.

Today the girls waited downstairs for me. Except for my autistic son, the male part of our family was still asleep.

They had made a little breakfast and something to drink, and afterwards offered the presents they had made at school.
Yinti gave me a little poem, wonderfully decorated, and a jamjar, decorated with glasspaintm with a little clandle inside.
Djenné had made me a glasspainted photoframe. So lovely.

After our little girls-only pyamaparty I found out that the white rose in the garden has a flower.
That's special, as it usually flowers later in the year; each day just one flower. And the climbing rose was flowering too.
The little birds in the garden have little ones. None knows and I won't tell them. LOL!

The boys woke up one by one, trying to do their best to keep quiet and nice, because they messed up last years mother's day.
That was also the reason Jim gave them a bit more money to buy a reasonable present.

So after lunch we all sat together and I got some nice presents...
A cushion... (the wrong one...but the right prize... so I'll exchange them tomorrow or so.)
a sjawl (that came with the shampoo last month..LOL!),
bathfoam and bodymilk smelling after Patchouli (roses),
and a little african statue.

After they gave their presents, they started arguing again... I just said nothing, but went to the little hall and got my coat.

After the experience of last year I've been very clear about not wanting arguments on mother's day.
They stopped very soon after that, just before I got my shoes. LOL!
I wasn't planning to go anywhere... where should I go???... but they didn't know that. LOL!


A friend called and she offered me a choice from an internet shop. She owed me quite something and made a suggestion I completely agreed with. I was free to choose something else, but I'm fine with something very special. If it doesn't fit me it fits her, so that'll be allright. It's a long skirt, with a kind of celtic top and sleeveless thing on top of it. Brown.
I've never had something like that, but I'm in for a huge change. Last week I've cut my hair short, and as I'm focussing more on what I've always wanted to do: bagpiping, singing jazz, and now I'm looking for a book about playing the violin.

Jim offered to make dinner.
He had some fish on toast to start with and I was the only one who liked it.
Good for me I ate my hunger away.
Jim used a mix for mexican...something... and it smelled so bad I got an asthma attack.
The children didn't mind the smell, so they all had dinner and I took time off to read a book.
By the time I was needed downstairs I felt OK again (thanks to the meds).

The evening was as bussy as ever...

Days like these go by far too fast, en the time before it too.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to send gifts, but I hope you have had a good day too.