Now that we’ve all had some time to recover, I think it’s time to talk about why Mother’s Day sucks rotten eggs and stinky baseball cleats.
Better yet, let’s have a “My Mother’s Day Sucked Worse than Yours” contest.
I’ll try not to win THIS one.
It’s like this…
You’re mom- The Family Goddess, Supreme Ruler of the Kingdom, The Almighty Healer of EVERYTHING that goes awry.
You’re pretty much the shit.
Nobody can begin to do it quite like you do.
Men and children (yes, they belong in the same category) are dropped on this planet oblivious and many never overcome this perpetual state of cluelessness.
It’s okay because we love them dearly.
Mom’s clearly have the edge. It’s just the way it is.
The good news is, it’s UNIVERSAL and misery loves company.
(((group hug, neighbor)))
I remember having big hopes and dreams for a perfect Mother’s Day filled with rest, peace and pampering, just like the dorky Hallmark commercials.
Then Mother Nature laughed..
Good one, but no. Not unless you clone yourself.
Dear Hallmark, you’re a bunch of dream shattering lying bastards and I hope you get a paper cut on your eyeball from one of your own over dramatized and sappy cards.
Let’s scratch out REST.
The Stages of Mothers Day-
When your offspring are still lovable tator tots, you may get breakfast in bed which consists of Frootloops, coffee, a hand picked daffodil and a gluey mess of a card they made in school. (thank you teachers)
I’m not really sure it ever get’s better than THIS.
Embrace this, because THIS is IT.
Then they get older.
The coveted handmade gifts and cards come to a screeching halt and they may or may not stick around for breakfast.
If you’re lucky, they take you out to breakfast and Big Daddy pays.
The thoughtful bucket has sprung a leak. From here on end, it’s all down hill.
Now, you’ve become grateful if they can manage to refrain from swearing and fist-fighting in your presence for one lousy day and possibly show a shred of appreciation for good measure.
You taught them better, right?
Crap. Now you’re guilty of THAT too.
They suck and it’s all YOUR fault.
It’s the full circle of always-the-moms-fault.
Which is why I’ve adopted the proactive approach to Mother’s Day.
It doesn’t feel right to unleash my brood into the world until they’re properly trained in Mother’s Day etiquette.
Their spouses will thank me some day and if they don’t, obviously it’s their mothers fault.
*giggle of irony*
I gave each of my four children a sort of multiple choice list of (mostly) stuff I’d like done around the house, and for my artistic girls, drawings and such that I’d enjoy.
Easy peasy. Spelled it right out.
Are you ready for my miserable report?
#3 finished vacuuming at 10 pm Mother’s Day night and only because I lost my shit.
#2 completed 50% of his offerings. He washed the dogs. I’ll take it.
And, #1 and #4 have been granted extensions because no way am I letting them off the hook.
So there you have it. The ugly truth.
My rug is clean and my dogs don’t stink. At least we’re making progress.
I guess they REALLY don’t know what to do or how to act without the Queens guidance, which is why I will always reign as Almighty Mom- Supreme Ruler of the Kingdom.