Anonymous wrote:Who cares - Iits a Hallmark holiday.
If there's something you want, tell someone - they can't read your mind no matter how hard they try. And they never will, so the sooner you learn direct communication, and are clear about your expectations, the happier you'll be.
Mom of 3, married 20+ years, happy if someone says Happy Mothers Day and/or cooks dinner! No way would I venture out to a restaurant on Mothers Day (also waited tables in college - worst day to work ever! Esp when kids are treating their mon, and don't know they are supposed to tip).
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Try being a mother to teens! No elementary school teacher to make sure they make a cute card. Kids are super busy with AP exams last week and next or lessons and games today. Standing on a field that is 30 minutes away in pouring rain — that could be part of Mother’s Day! Now I’ll probably skip the game but that does mean DH and one kid are busy there.
I’m actually not complaining— mother’s day felt so important when I was in the day to day physical child rearing years. Now motherhood is equally draining but in a totally different way. It’s all mental stress, talking and driving and no adorable small faces.
I’m actually the only one awake and wish I could have slept in. Would go to the gym but feel lazy to do that in the pouring rain.
“Equally draining?”
Hell no. I’m a mom with 2 teens. Drove ds to school early twice this week for AP exams, and he was less than pleasant. And like you, I’m feeling lazy about going to the gym because of the rain. But where we part ways is the mental stress. I have no time for that, even with a demanding job. I’m happily taking a painting class once a week because kids are able to get themselves home and feed themselves. I enjoy hanging out with spouse. Kids do their own laundry. Sure I stood and watched the most painfully boring softball game the other day, but then I enjoyed a nice walk home with dd after the game.
Just savor this time when they’re all under the same roof. Drop the stress. Enjoy your life.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Anonymous wrote:Im happy to have an excuse to go out for a margarita tonight at our favorite Tex-Mex with my boys.
I too have to dote on my mother, buying presents, cards etc. and celebrate this day as hers, the Grand Matriarch. When I pick out her cards, I see “Happy Mother Day, Daughter” cards, who buys these? My mother has never, ever sent one to me or ever acknowledged that possibly, we could share this day as Mothers, together.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thanks for starting this. Can’t wait to read all the self-martyrdom on Monday morning.
Actually it typically starts by 10am on Sunday along the lines of “I’ve been up with the kids since 6am because hubby was out until 2am with his buddies. He’s still sleeping while I’m wiping maple syrup off the wall. I’m so tired of this life I chose.”
LOL. My DH tries more than he used to so I can't really complain, but I'm pregnant and that seems to make me wake up at 6 like clockwork now, and I do wish that didn't make me the parent who has to get up and turn on My Little Pony and then play the plot repeatedly every single weekend morning including today. Why am I trying to have ANOTHER kid?!
Nudge your husband and tell him to go turn on the TV. Happy Mother’s Day!
Anonymous wrote:Try being a mother to teens! No elementary school teacher to make sure they make a cute card. Kids are super busy with AP exams last week and next or lessons and games today. Standing on a field that is 30 minutes away in pouring rain — that could be part of Mother’s Day! Now I’ll probably skip the game but that does mean DH and one kid are busy there.
I’m actually not complaining— mother’s day felt so important when I was in the day to day physical child rearing years. Now motherhood is equally draining but in a totally different way. It’s all mental stress, talking and driving and no adorable small faces.
I’m actually the only one awake and wish I could have slept in. Would go to the gym but feel lazy to do that in the pouring rain.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thanks for starting this. Can’t wait to read all the self-martyrdom on Monday morning.
Actually it typically starts by 10am on Sunday along the lines of “I’ve been up with the kids since 6am because hubby was out until 2am with his buddies. He’s still sleeping while I’m wiping maple syrup off the wall. I’m so tired of this life I chose.”
LOL. My DH tries more than he used to so I can't really complain, but I'm pregnant and that seems to make me wake up at 6 like clockwork now, and I do wish that didn't make me the parent who has to get up and turn on My Little Pony and then play the plot repeatedly every single weekend morning including today. Why am I trying to have ANOTHER kid?!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thanks for starting this. Can’t wait to read all the self-martyrdom on Monday morning.
Actually it typically starts by 10am on Sunday along the lines of “I’ve been up with the kids since 6am because hubby was out until 2am with his buddies. He’s still sleeping while I’m wiping maple syrup off the wall. I’m so tired of this life I chose.”
LOL. My DH tries more than he used to so I can't really complain, but I'm pregnant and that seems to make me wake up at 6 like clockwork now, and I do wish that didn't make me the parent who has to get up and turn on My Little Pony and then play the plot repeatedly every single weekend morning including today. Why am I trying to have ANOTHER kid?!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Thanks for starting this. Can’t wait to read all the self-martyrdom on Monday morning.
Actually it typically starts by 10am on Sunday along the lines of “I’ve been up with the kids since 6am because hubby was out until 2am with his buddies. He’s still sleeping while I’m wiping maple syrup off the wall. I’m so tired of this life I chose.”