My day started with my aunt leaving me a voicemail to wish me a Happy Mother's Day, and to play me a song that reminded her of my dead mother.
I poured myself a cold bowl of cereal.
I slept about three hours last night, due to my own child waking me up frequently, for unknown reasons. She began chattering away steadily at 6:30am, and continued non-stop for the next 14 hours.
"Look what I can do!"
I contemplated the idea of an Irish coffee, as it was an acceptable morning beverage, I needed to be awake, and I also needed to be drunk.
Grandma wanted to go to a museum for her day, so we headed off to see an impressionism exhibit, which my child wanted no part of. Since Grandma planned the trip right around lunchtime, I spent two hours lugging a whining, stomping, hungry 4-year old around a museum, and left with steam coming out of my ears. Then we sat down to a nice dinner, and by "nice", I mean "terse", and "left me wondering how long I would have to uncomfortably sit with my head in the oven before the fumes finally overtook me".
I really hope I get to spend the upcoming week hearing about the brunches and jewlery and days at the spa from all my married friends. That would be awesome.
Next year for Mother's Day, I would like an infectious disease, please. Something that would have me drugged up and isolated, with nothing but a TV and a remote to keep me company.
I'm going to go sit at my kitchen counter with a bottle of tequila and sing Chavela Vargas songs until I pass out.
2 comments:
I remember those days clearly Mary.
I hope your Mother's Days in the future are brighter than today.
Next year tell your mom you have plans!!
Ah, sweetie...if it's any consolation, Russell didn't even get me a card. And it's not even that he forgot - he just never got around to it. He thinks that makes it more forgiveable, apparently. :)
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