Stop the Mother’s Day Madness

At this point in my life, I’ve 95% given up on expectations for Mother’s Day, and ok…any holiday. I just can’t go through having the let down of expectations that are not fulfilled. Why do we do that to ourselves?! 

I. had. to. stop.

If I want something bad enough, I buy it for myself and call it my Mothers Day gift. I actually…SPELL OUT WHAT I WANT! My husband is not a gift guy, and “His Son” is not either. I’ve done my best to mold and shape that in him, and I’m apologizing now to my future Daughter in Law. I’m so sorry girl, I tried 🤷🏼‍♀️ 

Truthfully, I had to really talk to myself about what amazing things I do have. I have a super awesome husband, I mean, I really do. I’m pretty spoiled. I live a happy little life most of the time. I cannot focus on these tiny things that aren’t perfect. I can’t ask for much more. 

I am so much happier! You know, the things I wish I could’ve learned when I was young🤦🏼‍♀️ But I know now…and I’m over it.

The truth is, we have to make OURSELVES happy. That’s it, that’s the secret.

Mother’s Day morning on the Snake River

This year, we spent the weekend in Pullman, Wa at WSU watching our good friends Son play baseball, fishing, BBQ-ing, and it was just so great. I will say though, my husband surprised me with something I wanted. It was sitting in the passenger seat as we were loading up on Friday to leave town.

I’ve been wanting one for awhile! You know what I’m going to be able to do with this thing! Woohoo!

YES!!!! So many things to build, now where to start!

You won’t be able to keep me out of Home Depot for sure. 🛠🧰

Author: Haleyjean

I am a Wife to Chad, and Mom to Lane and Avery 13 & 9. We have Pigs & Chickens that we have raised for 4-H. Our Dog Hank is absolutely part of our family and we miss him when we are gone.

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