I don’t mean to go all Joan Rivers here, but let’s get one thing straight:
Mother’s Day is confusing, commercial and is a gigantic set up for my mommy’s-not-happy face. My angst stems from the fact that I can’t tell if I am supposed to be actually mothering or if I should be taking a break and “getting away from it all.”
This isn’t a complaint about my husband either, because he’s willing to celebrate any way I want to. The real problem is that I don’t know how want to or if I want to join in on Sunday’s festivities.
When asked about my idea vision for the day, here’s the first off-the-cuff answer I gave:
- Let’s do the breast cancer 5K in the park as a family (start time: 8AM)
- Grab some breakfast somewhere (as if that’s easy)
- Naps for everyone (as if my 3.5-year old would tolerate that for a hot second)
- Mommy gets some alone time to write (read: watch improbable animal videos on the web)
- Delicious dinner as a family
- Mad Men viewing
My second answer:
- You all leave me alone all damn day
I’m not sure how it’s going to go this Sunday. Hopefully, there will be a mix of mothering and getting a break from mothering, even if it’s just extra long trips to the loo.
For a further analysis of why I hate Mother’s Day, click yourself over to my post at Mom.Me and check out my new post.
What are you doing this Sunday?