Is it wrong to say I don't enjoy Mother's Day?
Since becoming a mother seven years ago, I've yet to have a really great Mother's Day. For my first four years we went to see my mother-in-law, where Hubby spent the day visiting with her while I tried to keep the kids from breaking any and all of the various knick knacks that grace her lovely, yet non-kid friendly, home and keep the noise level below 10 decibals.
The next year I put my foot down and said, "Hey, I'm a mom, too! I'm going to do what I want to do!"
You can stop laughing now. I was pretty naive then.
What's even funnier is that I always have somewhat high hopes for each year. I'm not expecting a Caribbean cruise or a diamond tiara (I'm a simple girl...my rhinestone one works just fine), but a card, or even a feather duster would be great. And would it kill you to say "thanks"? After the Mother's Day Eve I had, I figured anything would be fantabulous. But when I find our egg carton garden overturned in the kitchen (after folding five loads of laundry), with dirt all over the place, my dear, sweet husband graciously said, "Don't worry about it...until tomorrow."
My children did make me a sweet magnet with their pictures in the center at church. They have a perfectly lovely teacher. She thinks of everything! Not to mention how she is drop dead gorgeous, smart, funny, talented...
In case you haven't figured it out, that would be me.
So I didn't even have a sweet little surprise homemade gift from the children, because I helped them make it.
A very dear friend got a yucky stomach virus for Mother's Day. I was so glad to get to talk to her tonight and find she is much better. I was busy giving her sympathy as she divulged all the gory details. "I was wiped out!" she said. "My kids asked me, 'Mommy, why did you sleep for two days?' "
Excuse me? You slept for two days??!! Your Mother's Day rocked!!!
In all fairness, my Hubby did work a double on Saturday, so last minute shopping wasn't possible. And he did say I was hot. And he and some other men from church kept all the kids so the mommies could go have dinner together Sunday evening. It was two glorious hours for which I am eternally grateful.
Next year, I'm going to do what I want to do...all day.