Have I mentioned?
How much I intensely HATE Mother's day? I hate it soooooo much!
My mother has chosen to boycott the holiday and not even recognize it (my fault), I think I will do the same.
I have a reputation for ruining Mother's Day's. I don't know something about this day ever since childhood has been bad for me.
I appreciate all the mothers of the world but I hate this day.
My day has sucked! My children have done nothing but scream and fight, Thomas is sick, grouting is getting me down, I just want my bathroom finished and I don't want to do the work anymore, Liz is being...well 14.
I asked for 2 things from my husband since he insisted he was going to do the whole holiday thing, told me at 3a.m. he was going to Wal-Mart on his way home. I asked for French Toast and o.j., maybe even a cup of coffee with him- breakfast in bed, and a new iced tea maker because the pitcher I have doesn't fit quite right and it leaks. (I also knew that he would prolly pick up a mushy card and some flowers being the guy that he is.) When he came to wake me up, I teasingly asked where my french toast was. er, he forgot. No problem, I'll survive, he offered to let me sleep a while longer in exchange. I asked him if Wally world was as busy as he thought it would be. Oh hell he forgot. *sigh* So from the one person who I had actually hoped for something, I get nothing. *cry*
Now typing this out I want to cry.
I hate Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to those of you who enjoy it, and like it, and who have kids who do make the day a happy one for you, have a wonderful day. My children don't know how to do that.
My mother has chosen to boycott the holiday and not even recognize it (my fault), I think I will do the same.
I have a reputation for ruining Mother's Day's. I don't know something about this day ever since childhood has been bad for me.
I appreciate all the mothers of the world but I hate this day.
My day has sucked! My children have done nothing but scream and fight, Thomas is sick, grouting is getting me down, I just want my bathroom finished and I don't want to do the work anymore, Liz is being...well 14.
I asked for 2 things from my husband since he insisted he was going to do the whole holiday thing, told me at 3a.m. he was going to Wal-Mart on his way home. I asked for French Toast and o.j., maybe even a cup of coffee with him- breakfast in bed, and a new iced tea maker because the pitcher I have doesn't fit quite right and it leaks. (I also knew that he would prolly pick up a mushy card and some flowers being the guy that he is.) When he came to wake me up, I teasingly asked where my french toast was. er, he forgot. No problem, I'll survive, he offered to let me sleep a while longer in exchange. I asked him if Wally world was as busy as he thought it would be. Oh hell he forgot. *sigh* So from the one person who I had actually hoped for something, I get nothing. *cry*
Now typing this out I want to cry.
I hate Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to those of you who enjoy it, and like it, and who have kids who do make the day a happy one for you, have a wonderful day. My children don't know how to do that.