Saturday, May 11, 2013
What I Really Want to do on Mother's Day
Before I even start writing I should be clear, I love my kids. I really, really, love them. Truly.
I just don't want to spend Mother's Day with them.
Mother's Day isn't about me, it's about my mom and my grandmother, who at 94 is still fabulous. It's about both my hubby's mother and step-mother, because, well, they raised him and he's pretty fabulous.
The fact that I have children doesn't matter. My siblings (all childless) call me (because I'm the oldest) and ask, "What are we doing for Mom for Mother's Day?"
A few years ago I just decided I wasn't going to plan anything. I mean, I'm a mom too. And when I would ask my mom what she wanted to do, she always responded, "Oh, I don't really care. Whatever you children plan is fine with me."
Because she thought her other children were in on the planning.
So that year, since I didn't plan anything, hubby didn't plan anything either. He thought I was planning my own Mother's Day event. We ended up at Red Robin. Yep, Red Robin. With all of the other fathers who didn't plan ahead. Nice. We waited over an hour to eat all while crowded into a tiny booth and listening to screaming children.
I could have had this experience at home, for free.
And while I was sitting at that sticky table, wiping ketchup off one child and manhandling a second so he wouldn't crawl under the table, I thought to myself, "Hmmm, hubby goes golfing on Father's Day."
Wait a minute!
Hubby leaves his darling children on Father's Day to golf.
All. Day. Long.
Nobody thinks daddy should be home or at a really loud family friendly restaurant. Everyone is fine with daddy being gone for the day, because they are use to daddy being gone for the day. At work.
So, this Mother's Day I want to leave my darling children all day. I want to shop to my heart's content, see a movie, have lunch with a friend, or, maybe my own mom. I want to come home late at night, after the children are asleep. I want to come home to a tidy house, where the dishwasher is running, the clothes are folded and put away, and the stairs have been vacuumed.
This would be the best Mother's Day gift. Ever.