The day after Mother's Day.
I have to say, I'm kinda glad it's over. I did not enjoy my mother's day weekend too much. Wanna know what I did? What bountiful gifts I recieved?
I got to rake my front lawn in with no help, as hubby was working and Baby boy was blissfully asleep. What people in their right minds rake at 7 in the morning?!? People who live in my region where it's 85 degrees by 10 a.m. Then I got to do the never-ending laundry. YAY......and this was Saturday.
Sunday, Mother's Day, I got the pleasure of mowing my back yard, also before 10 a.m. And wouldn't you know it, the incessant drone of the lawn mower did not disturb the beauty rest of my boys. NOT ONE BIT! And that's because I made it a point to s-l-o-w-l-y mow the lawn by the bedroom windows first.
After my shower, at which time the boys decided it was a decent enough hour to wake from the comfort of sweet dreams and comfortable beds, after that, they then think, that maybe Wife/Mom would like breakfast that she doesn't have to make herself.
And let me tell you, I SO DID! They let me catch up on my DVR'd shows, and let me end my mother's day with my mom and little sisters playing bingo and drinking margaritas, while Ron played with cousins, and hubby went to work, our regularly weekly thing, btw.
And the best part, you ask? The migraine that assaulted me mid-bingo so that I could not enjoy my non-winning status. And the hubby who decides at 2:30 in the morning that it's a good time to chat.
I don't need a "special" day to remind me of all the stuff I do, or only one day to be appreciated (or not). I think I'll completely boycott it next year, send the boy off with his father to celebrate Mother's day and lock myself in my room watching porn. And by porn, I mean anything with Tyson Ritter, Mike Rowe, and/or the original Wiggles.
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