I ‘googled’ Mother’s Day to see what definitions came up. Wikipedia mentioned something about Mother’s Day celebrating moms, the bonds between children and their mothers and blah blah blah.
Really what I was hoping to find in my google search was something like: ‘A day for you to run and hide from everyone in your family… and not have one drop of guilt for hiding under your bed while eating an entire box of Entenmann’s glazed doughnut holes with a flask of whiskey.’
I did not find that in any of my google searches.
However, I logged onto FB and saw a plethora of photos of moms and their broods happy and smiling while out to breakfast and adorable hand drawn photos and cards from their cute kids. Is it just me? Today all I want to do is retreat somewhere relaxing and take this day as a break from answering questions about why you have to flush the toilet EVERY TIME you use it, why it’s necessary to wear underwear at all times… just a days break from explaining three thousand times that although Ana and Elsa look completely real, the chances you will see them just as you do in the movie– well, they are unlikely (and not feel as though I have completely crushed her heart). Maybe even just a day without ‘Let It Go’ on blast in my home.
I opened my Mother’s Day gift– a nice gesture, sure– and barely got my ‘thank-you’ in before Haydan tried to snatch it from me and come up with a logical reason why she deserves it over me… even though it’s Mother’s Day… you have SO many perfumes!! This one should go to me.’
Hey–I love my kid. I do. She is awesome and she is my inspiration for most of the ‘good’ things I’ve done in life and continue to do. However, today is just a day that I’d like to lay on the couch naked, alone, with my bag of gummy bears and some uninterrupted Real Housewife re-runs. Maybe even Dumb & Dumber if I don’t fall asleep. Momma’s tired and wants a rest.
Happy Mother’s Day friends — Don’t feel guilty for hiding somewhere for a moment to yourself or hitting up the local watering hole for a drink by yourself, under your bed, or in my case, perched on the couch with trashy reality TV and a Costco size of gummy bears. xo