Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

I was greeted this morning with a tackle hug and the exclamation “Happy Smother Day, Mommy!” I’m hoping MonkeyBoy just got the words a little mixed up and doesn’t think I’m too much of a smothering helicopter parent.

I ran out of anti-nausea meds, so I spent most of the day laying down. I did get to finish a book, which was a treat since I rarely read books after grad school ruined reading for me. I’d been reading The Help, which was an entertaining but fast read. I’m a little disappointed in the ending, but I think that was more because the book was designed with acknowledgments and comments from the author directly at the end of the book and I’d thought I’d be getting six more pages of ending. So when I came to the last of the story, I thought “That’s it? I want to read more!”.

As far as Mother’s Day goes, it was a calm day. MonkeyBoy was excited with my present, a 90 piece Toy Story themed Lego set of Green Army Men and a jeep. He let me put it together but then proclaimed that I should share it with him and he entertained himself with it the rest of the day. He even took it to bed with him tonight, a sign of a really good toy.