Okay, it's Mother's Day, right? Day of celebrating Mom by showering her with goodies and pampering? Uh-huh.
My day starts with screaming boys threatening to kill each other, and my husband sleeping through it all. I hoist myself out of bed at 7:15 - that's what I said, 7:15 - to referee and to get children out to the grocery store to stave off any domestic violence. As we're preparing to get in the car, my husband emerges from hibernation and says, "You don't have to do that. I can go." Well, by now I'm geared up for some coffee, so we just all pile in the car to go together. I've not showered as yet, and so I ask my husband if we're going to be doing something that involves us going out for Mother's Day. He looks at me quizzically and says, "ummmm ... I don't think so. Why? Is that what you wanted to do?" I told him a meal might be nice, so now were going out to lunch. Okay, bring on the pampering ...
That is, until my mother-in-law calls. Now my "going out to dinner" has turned into "spend a day at my mother-in-law's", the day after my husband has spent twelve hours in her loving custody the day before. As is normally the case, the boys are insane, my husband is trapped at the grill, and I'm left to tend to the madness. So NOT pampering.
Five hours later, I get to come home and spend a two hour overdue writing marathon with my older son, complete with tears, scribbling, and threats, because it didn't get done with Dad earlier in the day. The house is a disaster, and the only gift I received that I didn't buy for myself was a lovely recitation that my son made, not at home, but at school with his teacher. (Beautiful, by the way: the one really bright point in my day.)
So, there it is. My day of goodies and pampering. Greatness. I love my family desperately, but this was maybe not their finest hour. I guess there's always my anniversary in August ... anyone wants to help my husband out with that, you just go right ahead.
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