I'll have the champagne, the halibut...and a label maker

Yesterday I awoke to the following:

Isaac: I want to play on the computer!

J [stage whisper]:  Okay, Bean, go wish your Mommy a happy Mother's Day, then you can play on the computer.
[poundpoundpoundpoundpound down the hall]

Isaac: Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!

Me: Thank you sweetie! Can I have a hug?

Isaac: No.  [Hugs me].
[poundpoundpoundpoundpound back down the hall]

Isaac: Step one, say Happy Mother's Day to Mommy!  Step two, play on the computer!

I fell back to sleep until 9:40.  Bliss.

Later, J. took me for champagne brunch, where I felt like quite the lady, sipping wine at 12:30 and nibbling tiny bits of exquisitely cooked fish.  The boy's got skilz.  At the next table, a family was having a loud and exceptionally boring conversation about the following: 1) how drunk Jason gets and 2) what vegetables they eat.  I kid you not. There was even a heated discussion about a bad potato.

Maybe it was the wine talking, but after lunch I found myself insisting on going to Target (!) where I availed myself of several sturdy plastic tubs and a new label-maker.  I spent the rest of the afternoon reorganizing Isaac's toys and, uh, printing labels.

What has happened to me?  I wish I could say that I've turned into my mother, but she wouldn't have been caught dead in Target on Mother's Day, much less with a wild hair and a fancy-pants label maker. 

Maybe it's just the comfort of spring cleaning: throwing some things away, putting others into boxes, finding the right names for the random bits.

On second thought, not a bad way to spend Mother's Day after all.

Original Silicon Valley Moms Blog post. Susan Etlinger writes about autism and special needs parenting at BabyCenter's MOMFormation and at her personal blog, The Family Room.