I Hate Mother's Day.

For those of you who can't stand the suspense - Today is Mother's Day. And?

Cranky came downstairs and sat on the couch. I waited a while before finally asking if there was anything he wanted to say.

"Huh? Oh yeah - happy Mother's Day."

I had to remind him it was Mother's Day so that he would remember to go to the car and get the card that I reminded him to buy. What's the point?

Then Jr Jr had an "event" in his diaper and Cranky looked at me, expectantly. I gave him a dirty look, so he started the changing process - and then halfway through had to call for reinforcements.

Happy Mother's Day to me.

Every Day Is Mother's Day

Mother's Day is fast approaching and I'm waiting to find out if I'm going to be a part of it.

Yes, I'm a mother. I still can't believe it, but I am mother to two adorable boys. I've been a mother for four years. Have I ever received even a card from hubby? NOOOOO!!!

It appears that once again we will be partaking in a group Mother's Day brunch or BBQ, so at least there's that. I'm not expecting any further festivities or special time reserved for me. I've gotten better about this - I don't even flinch now when I see those "Mother's Day Spa Gift Package" promotions at the gym.

Still, I've left catalogs and "Mother's Day Gift Guides" in magazines conveniently strewn about the family room (OK, I'll admit the celebrity who secretly commissioned a bust of their son for his wife was a little over the top). I've dropped several hints, even mentioning the cute peapod necklace with tiny pearls inside, one for each child. I should know by now that hints don't register in Cranky's brain. "You know, I'm really stiff and sore - I could really use a massage." HINT!!

Yeah, right. Who's listening? Mother's Day, Arbor Day, Passover - what's the difference? "Why is this night different from all other nights?" I'm here to tell you - it ain't!!

Maybe this will be the year I get a card.