Happy Mother's Day!

On Saturday, the Husband sent me a text asking what I wanted for Mother's Day.  Nothing like waiting until the last minute, dear.

I responded telling him I wanted someone to clean the house, the garage AND my car.  No response.  So I continued cleaning the house.  Finally tweeting

The Husband asked what I wanted for Mother's Day. I said I want someone to clean my house. And I'll get it since I'm cleaning it right now

— Gigi (@gigirambles) May 9, 2015

And, it's true.  I DID get a clean house.  I did a very good job.  After a desperate phone call from the Husband begging for gift ideas; I gave him a few ideas and sent him on his way.  According to him, I am VERY hard to buy for - I beg to differ.  I'm actually quite easy to buy for...if you've been paying attention.  Or even if you occasionally tune in and actually listen when I speak.  (I kid, kinda.  Usually, the Husband is quite good at the gift buying...if he doesn't wait until the last minute).

Then last night, on a whim, I decided to watch Hoarders.  This turned out to be a very, very bad idea.  Hoarders is incredibly sad and disturbing.  I don't think I'll be watching that again.  Unless, I get really lazy and need some motivation to get stuff done around here.  Why?

Because this morning, found me in the garage cleaning up.  I suppose the fact that it was Mother's Day worked in my favor, as once the Husband realized what I was up to he joined in and we finished in record time.  So that's TWO out of the three things, I asked for - looks like I'm ahead of the game.

But my absolutely FAVORITE gift; the one I didn't ask for?  The fifty-million plastic grocery bags that the Husband has been hoarding are gone.  FINALLY.  This man goes to the grocery store at least once a day and buys multiple items, requiring multiple bags...all of which find their way into the garage where I am faced with them many times throughout the day.  Why he refuses to use reusable bags is beyond me.  Why he refuses to shove the extras in his car every day and drop them off when he hits the grocery store again is beyond me.

No.  Instead, he will let them pile up to ridiculous proportions that makes me crazy.  He had more than enough of these bags to fill a tall, kitchen trash bag.  And he hauled them off to the grocery store this morning...without being asked!  BEST. GIFT. EVER!  Apparently, the sight of the clean(er) garage was enough to motivate him to get rid of the bags.

As for obligatory "gifts?"  I'm happy with them too...a book I had been wanting, chocolates, flowers, the required sappy card and lunch out.  Where my boy brought tears to my eyes by making a sweet, heartfelt toast thanking me for all that I do for him and letting me know that it does not go unnoticed.  This boy...he leaves me speechless sometimes.

So yes, all in all, this was a very happy Mother's Day.

If you, my friends, are mothers know that I'm sending you the very best of wishes.  If you are not, I am still sending you the very best of wishes; because you know what?  We ALL deserve the best wishes.