There's More To It Than Beans for Breakfast.

"I just want some huevos rancheros!" is what was likely being screamed through my tears this time last year. While this sounds like some terrifying Mother's Day nightmare you heard a women share at work about her in-laws, it wasn't like that. In my defense I had a 3 week old baby and my hormones and sleep cycle and overall brain functions were all over the place. Not to mention, I had put on clothes and a bra and I think even a little make up and it was all gonna go to waste.

All I wanted to do was eat out. Eat something other than reheated somethings that someone brought me. I wanted to go have delicious huevos rancheros and show off my super cute new kid and show the world how awesomely awesome everything was. Nope. Instead we ate bagels and fruit in my living room. It was fine, and as quickly as my sleepless hormonal rage had risen, it silenced itself. It wasn't what I wanted but in the end it was a great day with food (that wasn't huevos rancheros) and my awesome (and very tolerant) family.

Here we are now, a year later, on my second Mother's Day with what feels like a whole different life. While I am slightly better rested and hopefully more sane, challenges are still there. Now they just involve a little girl who wants to walk around rather than eat and open every cabinet rather than be passed around a table. These problems may seem like a way bigger deal than eggs and beans, but there were no tears this year. Instead we had an awesome day eating and playing and doing whatever the hell we wanted and it as awesome. No stiff dresses or buffets or gifts to swap, just a day of being happy to be happy about being a mom. And I was, and I am.

(Best thing I ever did)