Thank goodness I married the right guy. But you know the problem of having your birthday too close to Christmas? People can only handle so much celebrating, and given the choice, they of course choose Christmas. This year our anniversary came the day before Mothers' Day. So not only am I faced with the usual dilemma in my house of Mothers' Day being a celebration of my mother-in-law, but this year I am also deprived of my child on a day she should be celebrating me. Because she is . . . get ready for this . . . with my mother-in-law! How did this happen? By the MIL trying to help but, as usual, not thinking things through quite all the way before making plans. And not consulting me or realizing that as a working mom I actually want to spend time with my child on the weekend.
The MIL bought tickets for she, Sophie, and I to attend an all-Mozart performance yesterday afternoon at which she claimed "children will be performing!!" There were, if you count a few teenagers who were virtually indistinguishable from the adults. Poor Sophie. What the MIL thought was a "marvelous!!!" performance was interesting for about 20 minutes. The rest she spent with her head in my lap receiving the best scalp, ear, and neck massage I could dish out. She was a good sport about it.
The MIL then took her for the rest of the day and an overnight, so Husband and I could go out to a nice dinner at one of our favorite restaurants.Poor Sophie again: The MIL kicked it off with lunch at Carrow's, a place Sophie wisely recognizes as having "very bad food."
Fast forward to Sunday, MOTHERS' DAY, and where is Sophie? At church with the MIL, serving as an usher because the MIL couldn't find anyone else to greet and hand programs to the eighteen or so members of the congregation. On a bad day, I see a vast religious conspiracy, but then I remind myself that the MIL does not realize she is potentially subverting our personal beliefs because she does not realize that we are not a Christian family. Not that there's anything wrong with being that; we're just not.
Husband and I spent a quiet (not really in a good way) morning cleaning out the garage, and now he is driving across town to secure what I really want for Mothers' Day, my girl. Later this afternoon, he will drive back over to bring the MIL over for her Mothers' Day dinner. We're having ham, because as Husband observes "Old people love ham." And Trader Joe's has a knock off of Honeybaked Hams that is pretty good and need only to be removed from the fridge and unwrapped. Truly, the excitement never ends around here.
I hope all my mom friends are having a good day. Enjoying breakfast in bed? A fancy brunch? A spa treatment? Just because I can't doesn't mean I don't want you to.