Mother's Day Irony

I realize the irony of my spending Mother's Day away from the very people that make me a mother. But in truth, I was home by lunchtime today to love on my bambinos and by dinner I had swept the kitchen, vacuumed the downstairs, loaded the dishwasher, cooked dinner, dusted, and made my to-do list for tomorrow. That pretty much describes a real mother's day anyway. And I UH-dored my weekend getaway. There is nothing real glamorous to detail about the events of the trip - we gabbed, we ate, we shopped, we slept. In fact, there is actually more to say about what I did NOT do:

I did not load kids into car seats when I went places.
I did not wipe down a high chair at any restaurants.
I did not have to quiet or hold anyone while I ate.
I did not cut up food or wipe anyone's mouth but my own.
I did not leave restaurants in a hurry.
I did not pass up seeing a movie (but I might as well have because Ghosts of Girlfriends Past was dismally and disgustingly disappointing!)
I did not get anyone ready for bed but myself.
I did not get up and feed anyone in the middle of the night.
I did not wake up until 9:30 in the morning.
I did not push strollers or buggies during any of the shopping.
I did not put anyone in time-out or endure any crying fits.
I did not change any diapers.
I did not fill any bottles or sippy cups.
I did not keep track of hours/minutes until my next break.

I did not think 2 days was enough of a break.