My weekend is a study in extremes.
Saturday will be spent indoors, being tested yet again by the federal government peeps. Yes, I actually passed my second language French testing a couple of weeks back, and now I go in for an entire day of flotsam and jetsam. I have to admit I'm quite proud of myself, because I really wasn't 100 per cent sure that I would get the level they required to move on. And I did it without any cheating! See, all the little children? Miracles still do happen.
I'm not bitter about having to go in for more tests, except that perhaps I wish Saturday's weather forecast called for hail and rain and pestilence instead of simply a possibility of a bit of rain, and perhaps I wish I wouldn't get so stressed out about such things as silly tests. But I think this testing segment will be better than the last since it is all in English, I now know I need to bring food and drink because they lie when they tell you there are open food concessions, and I think I know which building to go into this time. So, all in all, I can't complain. Especially if this leads to a job. Although Mr. Handsome, being the absolutely most positive and optimistic human being there is on earth (can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?), has reminded me that this means nothing in the grand scheme of things because they've probably got 1,000 others who have reached this level, and what are the chances that I will be one of the chosen ones. Isn't he precious?
Anyway, moving on.
Sunday I so look forward to, because Sunday is Mother's Day, and I've always loved Mother's Day. Almost as much as I love Christmas, which is an awful lot. Because on Mother's Day, my children and my husband make the extra effort to let me know they don't take me for granted. They make the extra effort to make it a day just for me. And, I feel special, which is a rare occurrence for me, to be honest.
I usually have a wonderful breakfast made for me by Mr. Handsome and the children, and then we usually check out the tulips at the Canadian Tulip Festival, because that's what I want to do. Although, this Sunday, I think they're calling for more rain, so chances are we'll just stick around the house and do absolutely nothing, which is fine by me. And then, Mr. Handsome makes an amazing dinner and invites his mother over, and we feel like queens for a day.
Although I wish I could say this is a photo of me, it isn't. I never tilt my head to the right.
The only thing better than this day would be if it could last a week.
But really, I can't complain, I know. I mean, most of my friends' husbands don't even acknowledge their existence most days, and their children make barely any discernible movement toward showing them their love, even on this day. I don't get it, but then again, maybe I'm just really lucky.
So, instead, I will bask in the warmth that is my Mother's Day, and just be glad the government testing is over for now and I can lie on the couch, eat Cheetos all day if I want, and pick my nose. Because that, to me, is the best way to spend Mother's Day.
Tiny little update: I got a call for my first, honest to god job interview on Monday! Let's hope I don't have a case of the runs, although this job is with a medical establishment of sorts, so I'm sure they'd understand if I had to excuse myself to purge my Mother's Day din dins.
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