So why was I in a bad mood yesterday? My mother’s day sucked. Big time. I spent most of the day cleaning. And shortly before I was leaving the house for dinner out with in-laws, Paul told me to go find my present in his sock drawer. It is a charm for a necklace that has been broken for a year and half. Not that I didn’t want it but I really can’t do much with it because nothing to put it on.
I never ask for gifts. The only thing I ever say I want is a card with something meaningful written in it. So this morning when Paul gets home he has the kids sign a card and he gives me one also.
I don’t expect gifts. Recognition and appreciation would be nice though. When you are a SAHM (stay at home mom), those things never happen. No one notices how much work you really do. People do notice when stuff doesn’t get done. The kids asking for that one pair of socks that has yet to be washed. The spouse looking for something to eat but you haven’t had a chance to run to the store because you have been busy taking care of children, laundry, cleaning the toilets (AGAIN), dusting, cleaning the floors, fixing lunch, kissing an owie..etc.
I also was thinking of all the women that long to be mothers and can’t. I was thinking of mothers that don't get to celebrate mother’s day because their children are no longer with them. I was thinking of those that can’t celebrate mother’s day because their mother is no longer with them.
And even though it’s painful, I was jealous of those that had a wonderful mother’s day.
Today is a new day though. I will still think of all those things I thought of yesterday (…thinking of all the women that long to be mothers and can’t. I was thinking of mothers that don't get to celebrate mother’s day because their children are no longer with them. I was thinking of those that can’t celebrate mother’s day because their mother is no longer with them).
I will let Paul sleep and I will continue with the same stuff I did yesterday and be thankful that I am a mother—the same as I did yesterday and the day before and hopefully for many days (years) to come.
Today is a new day. I will suck it up and move on. What choice do mother’s have?
Oh- and I will make Paul take me out to dinner tonight at my favorite place since he (ahem) didn’t celebrate mother’s day yesterday.