Busting Out on Mother's Day
I started this post last week… but forgot to post it. Busy Mom, what can I say? Here it goes:
With Mother’s Day now long gone- thank God- I am now able to get past my foul mood and write about my very first Mother’s Day.
I woke up to a screaming child and no Daddy… anywhere. But it didn’t bother me since the Daddy had been going on and on for WEEKS prior about how he and the baby had been working on this huge surprise for Mommy. So, since I thought he might have been busy setting something up, I got up, changed the little one’s diaper and started to get ready for this wonderful day. In my mind, this was going to be the trend setting day… the one that would begin the tradition of many more to come, and I was looking forward to a picnic in the park, or a day at the zoo… something of the sorts, simple and fun. Ha, ha, ha to me!
It's not too long before I realize that the Daddy is at the computer. He had been working for a while, apparently. Nothing new there. I thought: “Ok, we do have a business to take care of, and working on weekends has become sort of a family tradition all in its own, so... no big deal. Hopefully, he’ll get off the darn thing and pay attention to us for a little bit today”. I figured I’d let that one go as well.
About 30 minutes later, dragging his feet into our bedroom, the Daddy proceeds to tell me that he had *wanted* to buy me a gift, but that it didn’t turn out. Turn out?! Ok, a cookie recipe might not turn out, a trip to Europe might not turn out, or a business deal might not turn out, but how in the world does buying a gift not turn out? I sat in confusion for a minute, but soon realized that I really didn’t need anything or cared for a gift anyway. In fact, I actually appreciated not getting anything since we have such limited space here. We have a gorgeous, healthy kid, another one on the way, a roof over our heads, food on the table, friends, family, and our health. What more could I ever care for? So I let that one go, too.
Then I noticed that he really had NOTHING, NADA, ZILCH for me… not a plan, not a surprise, not a card from him OR the babies, not a flower, not breakfast in bed, not even a little piece of paper scribbled with rambling thoughts… So, I did what every other level-headed woman who has popped out a kid or two and is grossly overlooked on her first Mother's Day would: I yelled at him, called him an insensitive prick (a few times over), took a bath, got dressed, left him with the baby, shut off my phone, and went window shopping until my feet went numb.
Now, THAT’S what I call Mother’s Day!!
With Mother’s Day now long gone- thank God- I am now able to get past my foul mood and write about my very first Mother’s Day.
I woke up to a screaming child and no Daddy… anywhere. But it didn’t bother me since the Daddy had been going on and on for WEEKS prior about how he and the baby had been working on this huge surprise for Mommy. So, since I thought he might have been busy setting something up, I got up, changed the little one’s diaper and started to get ready for this wonderful day. In my mind, this was going to be the trend setting day… the one that would begin the tradition of many more to come, and I was looking forward to a picnic in the park, or a day at the zoo… something of the sorts, simple and fun. Ha, ha, ha to me!
It's not too long before I realize that the Daddy is at the computer. He had been working for a while, apparently. Nothing new there. I thought: “Ok, we do have a business to take care of, and working on weekends has become sort of a family tradition all in its own, so... no big deal. Hopefully, he’ll get off the darn thing and pay attention to us for a little bit today”. I figured I’d let that one go as well.
About 30 minutes later, dragging his feet into our bedroom, the Daddy proceeds to tell me that he had *wanted* to buy me a gift, but that it didn’t turn out. Turn out?! Ok, a cookie recipe might not turn out, a trip to Europe might not turn out, or a business deal might not turn out, but how in the world does buying a gift not turn out? I sat in confusion for a minute, but soon realized that I really didn’t need anything or cared for a gift anyway. In fact, I actually appreciated not getting anything since we have such limited space here. We have a gorgeous, healthy kid, another one on the way, a roof over our heads, food on the table, friends, family, and our health. What more could I ever care for? So I let that one go, too.
Then I noticed that he really had NOTHING, NADA, ZILCH for me… not a plan, not a surprise, not a card from him OR the babies, not a flower, not breakfast in bed, not even a little piece of paper scribbled with rambling thoughts… So, I did what every other level-headed woman who has popped out a kid or two and is grossly overlooked on her first Mother's Day would: I yelled at him, called him an insensitive prick (a few times over), took a bath, got dressed, left him with the baby, shut off my phone, and went window shopping until my feet went numb.
Now, THAT’S what I call Mother’s Day!!
posted by Lyllia at 11:19 AM
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