Mother's Day 2017
Today is Mother's Day and I got to do everything I wanted. We went out for breakfast and played on the playground outside the restaurant. A woman came by with a bag of apples and gave us some slices to feed the little pot-bellied pig and the deer.
At home the baby took a three-hour nap and our older son watched Canimals while I cleaned out my car and mopped the floors. I opened all the windows to let the warm spring breeze dry the laminate. Later we picked up some lobsters from the grocery store and brought them over to my mom's house for Mother's Day dinner. After dinner, some old friends came over to visit. They're expecting their first, a son, and I'd gathered a big bag of the boys' old clothes for them. The boys went wild over the attention from our house guests, bouncing around the house and off the walls.
Somewhere in between all that I managed to catch up on my email correspondence and flip through a few old photo albums, trying to decide where I want to go next with my genealogical research. Every six months or so a stranger emails me through Ancestry asking for photos of relatives. And more often than not I have plenty of photos; I just haven't gotten to scanning and uploading them to my family tree. I'd like to make more of these records available to those who want them, so perhaps I'll spend some of my free time scanning them in. I can't volunteer at the suicide hotline anymore; not with two little kids and a day job, but at least I can give something back to the world in this small way. Besides, the photos and ephemera are much better stored online than moldering in a plastic bin on a high bookshelf.
And that's the report of my Mother's Day, 2017.