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Mother's Day.....whatever

After a day mostly spent annoyed by waiting to hear from my kids at all and seeing all my friends posting about their fabulous Mother’s Days on Facebook, I have to wonder how many of you are bold face liars?

I just got off the phone with one of my besties. She is one of the peeps that was posting about her fabulous Mother’s Day yesterday. She was lying. She admitted it. She had a crappy ass day.

As a kid, I remember happily making my mom some cute craft, expecting her to be thrilled, and calling it done. When I got my 1st paying job, I was excited to buy her that requisite card and flowers….and call it a day. As I got older, it became more and more of a task. Something to check off a list. When I married, it also became my job, somehow, to take care of my husband’s mother as well. Mother’s Day had become just one more onerous task, another thing to check off my endless to-do list.

Then….The big day came… MY 1st Mother’s Day! At least I thought it would be. I was pregnant with my 1st child and I thought my husband would make a big deal about it. Nope. Nothing. I was quietly upset, but figured, well, I am not actually a mom…yet…. OK, but next year, next year will surely be fabulous! Right?

Nope. With a baby in arms, not even a card. His reply “You’re not my mom, why would I get you anything?” (Mind you, I had taken the time to make sure both his mother and mine had a gift even though I had just given birth to our child.) Let’s just say with the amount of hormones flowing through my body at that moment in time, he regretted that statement. However, the gifts that did come after that were never the “Day at a Spa” kind of thing, pretty much a card and one of those tiny boxes of Whitman chocolates kind of thing. And only that until they started daycare and came home with something from school to give me, then that was my gift…period. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not about the gifts, seriously, but you know the old saying “it’s the thought that counts”, well, when there is no thought at all, it is kind of annoying.

So, to review, Mother’s Days since my 1st official one have been spent taking care of his mom, my mom, and being disappointed in what my husband/kids haven’t thought to do for me. Fast forward to the passing of both his mother and my mother in close span. Last year was the 1st year I haven’t spent Mother’s Day doing for another Mom in my life. That sucks… severely. I miss my mom like crazy. I would give anything to be annoyed by having to deal with getting the family together for a Mother’s Day brunch again (these were always, without fail, a fiasco). So last year, Mother’s Day was spent having dinner at my daughter’s boyfriend’s mother’s house, where my daughter’s boyfriend’s mother cooked for everyone and I felt guilty about that (because it was her Mother’s Day too, right?). That was topped off by a trip to the ER and 3 days spent in the ICU with one of my children….not exactly a great Mother’s Day. This year, I spent most of the day cleaning my house, waiting for my kids to call me. At 2 o’clock, I get a call from the girl saying that she is busy but, if I “want to”, I can meet them (her, the BF, and his parents) for dinner when they decide where they are going. When I ask about my son, her reply is “Oh, he can come too”. No cards, no gifts, and dinner was OK, but subjects did have to be changed several times and there were issues when the bill came. Let’s just say that, once again, Mother’s Day was a disappointment. Not gonna lie.

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