I had a great Mothers Day.

It started rather earlier than I had planned though.

Our house is an older house and the laundry is a separate room outside the kitchen..............and that is where we have the freezer.

Our eldest son decided he wanted a chicken burger out of the freezer before him and a mate went to the garage to play their PlayStation games.

When he came back inside he locked the back door......(as he should)

What he did not know was the youngest son was out in the gazebo.....(this is 1.30 in the morning by the way)

Why the youngest son had the urge to be on his rowing machine at that time in the morning may remain one of the universes unsolved mysteries.

But obviously he could not get back in..............(I didn;t ask did he try the cat flap.........after all it was 1.30 in the morning)

So............our son went around the front (which would have involved him climbing over a locked gate.....no one is going to steal our car again)............and went and knocked on the front door.

Of course we did not hear him................(after all it was 1.30 in the morning)..................apparently he rang the doorbell a few times too.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooo.......he decided the best way to get let back in was the sneak around to the side  bedroom window and put his hand in a rattle the blinds to wake me up...........(as it was 1.30 in the morning I was asleep...............most normal people would be!)

I hear the blinds rattle and jump up in bed...............nudge hubby......tell him there is someone outside the window............of course he did not wake up...........( now why on earth our son did not say anything I do not know..........but as it was 1.30 in the morning I presume his mind was a tad muddled.)...............I get out of bed  and go and peakout he window...............and here is our son with a silly grin on his face and he says can you let me in.

I go to the front door and let him in..............and asked him............son why didn't you use the spare key?

He said .............I forgot........................night Mum!

So he goes to bed and goes to sleep.................and of course I am then wide awake.....*groans*

But the did redeem himself.................our middle grandson wanted to cook his mother breakfast in bed but is too young to manage it by himself.............so our youngest son got up at 7 and went around there to help his nephew make breakfast and them helped him to the housework...............and then came back and made me breakfast.

So I forgave him for his middle of the night drama................(only because it was one of those moments when I realised that we did not do too bad a job bringing him up.............he is a great young man)