What's the traditional Mother's Day dance?

What a top weekend it was. Catching up with friends, lots of good food and lots of laughs.

I was spoilt on Mother's Day with a gorgeous pair of Peter Alexander PJs and a box of choccies, both of which will be making a grand appearance on my lounge tonight. The girls also made the best cards at school and preschool which are going straight to the pool room. We went for a walk in the cool autumn weather and had coffee. For lunch, we headed to Skip's mum for a BBQ. Relaxing and stress-free the way Mother's Day should be. The girls love a 'day', any event when they can wish someone a happy whatever-day, they're in heaven. Everyone they met got a rousing "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!"

This morning we had Mother's Day breakfast at Lil-lil's school, which wasn't quite as relaxing. After the two youngest tag teamed in waking me up all.night.long, we had to be at school by 7.30am. Even without eating breakfast, getting lunches made, kids dressed and out the door was a mission. Seated in the hall, juggling a baby and getting food for us all amidst kids running everywhere, was not the way I normally spend a Monday morning. Before I knew it, I was being dragged up to do the Chicken Dance. You know, as you do on a Monday morning before 9am.

Mums were muttering everywhere all you could hear where snippets of "chicken dancing", "cold", "not even 9am".

As I stood on that cold stage, arms flapping and looking down at Lil-lil's face beaming, it hit me, this is what being a mum really means – doing things that you would do for absolutely no-one else on the face of the planet.