I know there should have been a Mother's Day post.
I know I should tell you all about the book Monkey made for me at school, where he drew a picture of me asleep on the couch in front of the TV, and said I like to listen to "Dynamite" and that I make really good macaroni and cheese out of a box.
I know I should tell you how much I love my boys and how wonderful Hubster is and how much I like being a mom.
No, not like. How much I love being a mom.
But like everything else, it crept up on me too fast.
In fact, I may have missed it altogether, forgotten it completely, had it not been for the roses on the table and the huge bear hugs Sunday morning.
There should have been a Mother's Day post, and thanks to my boys, there is.