Old Hipster is Old
How did I kick off Mother's Day, you ask? Brunch, mayhaps?
Yes - two weeks ago. My MIL was in town and Patrick wanted to do the multigenerational meal then.
Sleeping in?
You could call it that, I guess.
The small fry crawling into bed with me to give me a card?
At Daddy's behest, and not through any sort of self-initiated CARD I HAS ONE LET ME SHOW YOU IT, but still she did it.
How about starting my Mother's Day at the stroke of midnight by being at a party and then STAYING OUT UNTIL 4AM? Because, you know, it's Mother's Day and I can SLEEP IN! Plus if stick to Pellegrino I won't feel like crap later in the morning! Being up almost all night won't affect me AT ALL that way!
FAIL. Faily fail fail!
Maybe my mind is slipping as it grows older, but I forgot that shit only works if you're like in your thirties. I feel awful. I want to crawl in bed and stay there. The exceptions would be getting up for trips to the bathroom and also the sink for more Tums and Aleve.
In brief: I ask not for your pity this Mother's Day. Unless, of course, if it's pity for the stupidity and denial that led to my self-care fail. 'Cause, you know, I'd totally deserve THAT. Ugh.
Yes - two weeks ago. My MIL was in town and Patrick wanted to do the multigenerational meal then.
Sleeping in?
You could call it that, I guess.
The small fry crawling into bed with me to give me a card?
At Daddy's behest, and not through any sort of self-initiated CARD I HAS ONE LET ME SHOW YOU IT, but still she did it.
How about starting my Mother's Day at the stroke of midnight by being at a party and then STAYING OUT UNTIL 4AM? Because, you know, it's Mother's Day and I can SLEEP IN! Plus if stick to Pellegrino I won't feel like crap later in the morning! Being up almost all night won't affect me AT ALL that way!
FAIL. Faily fail fail!
Maybe my mind is slipping as it grows older, but I forgot that shit only works if you're like in your thirties. I feel awful. I want to crawl in bed and stay there. The exceptions would be getting up for trips to the bathroom and also the sink for more Tums and Aleve.
In brief: I ask not for your pity this Mother's Day. Unless, of course, if it's pity for the stupidity and denial that led to my self-care fail. 'Cause, you know, I'd totally deserve THAT. Ugh.