Whether you're a mom of 20, a mom of 1, an expecting mom, a foster mom, a single mom, a step-mom, a grandma, a mom grieving the loss of a child or a single dad.
Happy Mothers Day to you.
I don't expect anything from my family on Mother's Day because my kids are still quite young to understand what it is or why it's nice to show appreciation to their mother- and my husband is forgetful.
I don't like flowers and I shouldn't eat a box of chocolate or candy- so I'm simply satisfied with a card from my Hubster and an overall easier day from dealing with the mass chaos of having three kids.
This year, I am just grateful that Hubster isn't ill because last year he wasn't able to get me a card because he was laid up in the hospital with pneumonia.
The previous two years he didn't remember or he was too busy with work- then felt getting a card was pointless because it wouldn't have pre-inked "Happy Mother's Day" in it...despite my argument that a pretty card with HIS and the kids writing would do just as nicely- and mean more!
That's when I realized that while some recognition for the work we do as mothers year-round would be lovely (and I always make sure to get him something for Father's Day!) - that Mother's Day is just one of those marketable holidays.
Just like Christmas- it's lovely for those that celebrate the religious aspects but businesses totally jack up the prices on everything because it's a material holiday.
Now don't get me wrong- I love receiving a card from the husband and the little gifts the kids made at daycare! It lights up my day!
And poor A-Man has been nagging at me since Wednesday to open his "birthday present" he made me (we had a couple holiday days last week) - so I really don't want to turn down the opportunity to make him smile and also see the butterfly he made. (He told me already.)
I've just learned to treat it like any other day because it is.
I make sure to send an e-card and pictures of the kids and so on to my mom and other close maternal-like friends. I make sure to post a proper Facebook status and if possible, a blog post!
Then I go on about the day doing things like homework, laundry and cooking.
It's now officially Mother's Day and the Hubster clearly forgot it was Mothers Day and tried to cover it up with making breakfast- better than nothing I guess!
So now is where I get brutally honest (I currently am in M-Gurl's bed and it's 11:52pm the eve of Mother's Day) and share some funny mommy stories with you:
- When I was pregnant with the V-Man- it was a textbook pregnancy, other than morning sickness, and I got ridiculously excited at feeling "butterflies"- which meant the baby's first movements! I woke the Hubster up and told him, "Hey! The baby is kicking! I can feel it-just like in the book!" His response was, "it's probably just gas. Go back to sleep."
- While pregnant with V-Man and in Finland, I had a massive meltdown because I saw a red and grey squirrel and thought it was dying. I came home in a panic- full on sobbing tears and snot because I was so sure this squirrel was on death squirrelly row. Hubster assured me the fur was changing colours because of the season change and asked if I have ever seen a squirrel before. ☺️
- I've pooped myself while pregnant- there. I've said it.
- And countless times of peeing while sneezing, coughing, clearing my throat and laughing/breathing.
- I have a really hard time keeping a straight face whenever my kids swear (I'm trying really hard to cut back but it's hard when you're being woken up at 5-7am on a weekend or holiday!). The other day I swear I heard A-Man say "F*ck it!" When I questioned him, he stuck a toy in his pocket and said, "it goes in my POCKET!" So freaking smooth.
So enjoy your Mother's Day- whichever and however you celebrate it!
I was woken up before 7 (go figure) and by 8, found out that the kids dumped a bucket of oil from the fridge all over the kitchen floor.
By 8:15am, I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor - while the Hubster took the trash out.
And now we are off for a hike with the dogs-then I'll accept the gracious offer of breakfast.
Cheers,
BIMU
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