This is what my mother’s day looked like..
Well, that’s not fair, I also had vomit on my pink P.j’s from when Rex threw up on me. But, I’m sparing you a photo of that. No awkward brunch with corsage, no red roses, no sachet.
It would all be a day’s work, but being told it’s “MOTHER’S DAY” makes me cranky. Same way Valentine’s day makes you think your in a crap relationship, when it’s just normal. Expectations.
Mark is working hard, quite rightly, new business. As he was rushing out the door in the AM I pleaded for some coffee, toast, NY Times and he complied. The kids were great for 2 hours because they had a friend over. Hey, this is ok. My stepson called me which the biggest gift that he can give me, he knows my number! (see desperate stepmom seek connection) Then when the friend left my little ones turned on each other like demons. Though to be fair. I made it worse. They would settle into a show, a game what have you and after a bit I would check in on them. My presence was a catalyst for them turning on each other.
“I’m going to leave you guys alone” I said as I walked out of the room for 2 hours. No fighting. I’m the problem.
In the evening things had settled down, we were watching Season Finale of one of our favorite shows, “Once upon a Time”. Okay, day has it’s grace notes. Then Rex threw up on me.
Well, I don’t like red roses anyway.