Today is Mother's Day in Australia. As it is after 1030pm, I can tell you all that I had a pretty good day, all things being even.

My day started with my son flat-out refusing to get out of bed and make me breakfast. Which was actually pretty funny, as he had been telling anyone who would stand still long enough all week that he was making me "Peanut Butter Toast" for breakfast on Mother's Day. He was pretty tired this morning, so I let it go.

My darling, love of my life made me breakfast in bed - coffee (mmmmm, coffee) and Nutella toast. Personally, I can't stand Nutella. The decision was made by my beloved son who told him that he would make Nutella toast for mum for breakfast when he discovered (yesterday) we were out of Peanut Butter. I eat it because it is made with love (and a lot of effort)! Besides, with coffee, it all tastes good.

My son buggers off with my Grandma before I get out of bed, because Nanna's is where the roast lunch is gonna be. No flies on that boy! He teed up with Grandma during the week that he was going with her for lunch on Sunday, and she came and got him before I got up! Although I did sleep late, and not get up until 1100 (which for me is a real luxury). I feel sorry for him, because my mother is going to be there (She's a cow, but she is good to my boy and that's all that matters), but anyway off he goes.

Much to my surprise, my stepson makes me some toast (more Nutella) and coffee at 1100, which was REALLY sweet. I felt really good about that.

I go and pick up my son from Nanna's, and my Grandma has had two bottles of wine (on her own, no less) and is a little rat-assed. THEN she tells me why.

This morning, during her usual Sunday-morning radio broadcast (She is an announcer on a community radio station, which she loves), a lady called up and asked her to play a song for all the mothers who have lost a child. My Grandma cries for over an hour - I HATE to see my Grandma cry because I love her so much, and she's a tough old stick. My uncle died 30 years ago, and she still can't talk about it. She promised herself that she would never love anyone ever again, and apart from me and my son, I think she's done pretty well at that one. I think we're the only people she tells, anyway.

Anyway, on the way home, my dearly beloved calls to ask when I will be home. Scott has rung because he wants us to have a look at his daughter's arm. We both look - he thinks it's okay, I say it's not, and it's off to the hospital for an x-ray for the divine Miss Em. Later we learn that the divine Miss Em has a greenstick fracture, and we both walk away smug in the knowledge that we were right!

Dinner goes off without a hitch, the kids are in bed, the fridge has been defrosted, and I've had a FANTASTIC day. Probably the best Mother's Day ever for me.

For all the other mums out there - I hope you've had a great day too.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!