So I kinda hate Mother’s Day. It’s kind of like Valentine’s in that there is this big set up on what SHOULD happen… you are supposed to get pampered and spoiled and what have you and if you don’t then you are resentful and disappointed. It’s just weird. Honestly the only Mother’s Day request I ever have is that I just don’t want to cook or clean. And that pretty much never happens because I can’t stay out of the kitchen if someone else is poking around in there!

This year I ended up having a pretty great day. I invited a few of my fellow spouseless girlfriends over for brunch. I guess I don’t really mind cooking THAT much! Everyone brought over food and wine. Oh yes. Plenty of wine…

You know it’s going to be a good day when all three of you supply Moscato.

Silly kids (I get the giggles every time I look at Omar’s pepperoni eyes)And even sillier mamas…

(I am seriously SO blessed with the friends I have far and especially near to keep me from going crazy during this deployment!)

Mimosas were had. And had some more. Oh one more wouldn’t hurt…

And I even managed to snap a picture with each one of my crazies on Mother’s Day.

(and yes my ELEVEN year old is almost as tall as I am. Scary!)