When I was married my ex-husband idea of a nice Mother’s Day gift was to have the kids wake me up around 7:45 a.m. with breakfast in bed. I’d survived years of mental torture via extreme sleep deprivation because my babies thought the world would stop spinning if they didn’t wake up every two hours and scream it back into rotation. And I can count on one hand (or maybe two fingers) the number of times my ex got up and helped in the middle of the night. I didn’t want cold toast, overcooked eggs, and toddlers jumping on the bed for Mother’s day; I wanted some freakin’ sleep. Duh.
This Mother’s Day, my kids will take a break from their weekend with their father to spend the day with me– starting at 10:00a.m. Yay!
When I was married, my mom (and trust me, I’m using the term mom very generously) would passive-aggressively wait for me to plan something with her, call her, or send her a gift or card. I can count on one hand (or maybe two fingers) the number of times she did any of these things for me on Mother’s Day.
This Mother’s Day, my boys and I are going for a hike with a dear friend who is my surrogate mom and sister all rolled into one. Yay!
Life is what you make it and mine gets better all the time. Happy Mother’s Day!