This happens sometimes. Every 6 years or so in fact. Our anniversary lands on Mother's Day. It wasn't a big deal for the first 6 years but somehow now I'm getting the shaft. Most (unselfish) moms wouldn't be phased but of course I am. I wouldn't mind an extra day of the year that allows for extra sleep, lots of chocolate and some free (kidless) time with hubby. Wouldn't we all love a day like that?
I really can't complain. Today we went to church, hit the grocery (ok, I can complain about that part, right?), I cooked for my mom and family, and then J and I went to see Ironman 2. Yep. A real, adult (ok...so it's marvel comics but it's good!) movie at 7 o'clock at night WITHOUT kids.
I can't even think of the last time we did that. I'd say it was a perfect mother dayversary...wouldn't you?
Now, only if I could have another...
UPDATED: A special thanks to hubby for making it a great day. I love him dearly.