I hope all of you mothers out there (and I mean that in the nicest way) had a great day yesterday. I had a wonderfully low-key day, which is exactly how I like it. Each and every year, Jim apologizes for “sucking at Mother’s Day”, but in fact each and every year he gets it exactly right.

Some moms really enjoy being fussed over all day long on Mother’s Day: I don’t. I just want to be “allowed” to do what I want to do. I don’t like a scripted Mother’s Day. I don’t need for everyone to hang around nearby to take care of my every whim. We’re running around like crazy on other days; on Mother’s Day I just want to go at my own pace. It’s my very own “Slow Down London” sort of day. I even got an hour-long nap in. Wow.

The gifts, though really secondary to the fabulous day I had, were very cool as well. The older boy took one of the photos of the two of us in the Bahamas and photoshopped it with some cool effects, and presented it to me in a frame. The younger boy gave me a gift certificate good for one day of him doing absolutely any and everything I want him to do around the house, which is awesome.

My big gift was amazing. It was the gift of Sleep. (Jealous?) I do believe that Jim bought practically the entire line of aromatherapy sleep products from Bath and Body Works.

I got some of that wonderful pillow mist that Julesie got for me two Hanukkahs ago, plus a bunch of other unbelievably awesome products:

Sleep Body Wash & Foam Bath,

Sleep Hand Cream,

a Sleep Mask,

Sleep lotion,

Sleep massage oil (Hey-ohhhhh….)

Sleep wrist roll-on…

He even threw this in, just in case all of the aromatherapy didn’t “take”. So. Freakin’. Exciting.

The day was topped off by a great dinner together with Julesie, after which we came home for the finale of “The Amazing Race” finale and Portillo’s Chocolate Cake.

And you know what? I used almost every single one of those new products before bed and slept like the dead for most of the night. Perfect.

(most? yeah. only because I didn’t cut off my liquids early enough in the evening, if you know what I’m sayin’. Shut up.)