Did you know that today is National Lazy Mom’s Day? Apparently, my family didn’t exactly get the memo. But, just so you know, I am fully expecting that at any moment a Sprinkles Cupcake crew is going to pull into my driveway, Publisher’s Clearing House style, and tell me that I’m receiving a personal Cupcake ATM on my lawn. Filled with gluten free red velvet. One that also accidentally dispenses cash along with the cupcakes. Have you heard about these? I was sad when I saw that it was Nashville who was getting one, but then after a little more investigative research I saw that HOUSTON has one.
Photo Courtesy of Sprinkles Cupcakes
But, since that is a little far…that won’t do me any good today on my holiday. Maybe this blog actually will go viral instead of my near miss that I talked about yesterday, and the CEO of Sprinkles will discover that I am truly their biggest g-free red velvet advocate and make me their spokesperson. I did get a degree in talking. Although I’m pretty certain that is not what they called it on my diploma. Maybe Sprinkles will pick up the bill, install it before school’s out for the day, and a mystery man will walk my fresh cupcake from the street to my door in that special brown box. And then in a surprise twist, he will reveal that he is also skilled in Swedish Massage, and that will just be convenient. While I’m getting my massage, this mystery massage therapist will tell me that all of this was just one big cover up—the real truth is that he is an undercover scout from Fixer Upper. And Chip and Jo-Jo have decided to expand their magic to my place beneath the pines. And they will start by finishing the trim that we still have left to do on our flooring project. See the books holding the trim to the wall? Yeah, that is how we roll.
Yep, that would be the cherry on top of my #lazymomsday. I have a super idea, let’s start a change.org petition and see if Obama will help us white out all of the other random holidays and pencil this one in right on through Mother’s Day. Then, Mother’s Day can take it from there. I think we can trust her capable hands. After all, #momslivesmatter, at least 2 of the 365 days of the year. But until then, you can find me lounging in my mis-matched pajamas, cooking my own breakfast, and telling my dog to “Go chew on your socks!” for only the 99th time.
Happy National Lazy Mom’s Day! You deserve it!