Who Thought up Mother's Day?

I try to be a positive person.  My husband is a negative nelly and generally I have a different view than him but IMO Mother's Day sucks!   It sucks the big one!

I'm a home body and Mother's Day just sets everyone up for failure.  It is hyped up and touted and everyone goes crazy promoting it and yet....it is just another day.

• Do I do what I want to do or do I do what my mom wants to do?   
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• Do I  do what I want to do or do I do what my kids want me to do?   
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• Do I do what I want to do or do I do what my husband wants me to do?   
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• Do I do what I want to do or do I do what society thinks I should do?

I like my life so frankly, I'd be happy to just hang around the house and knit or play the wii with the kids or watch a movie with the family while I'm knitting.  The pressure to make this day great really gets to me.  Today I woke up at 6:20 and hubby slept late so I'm already mad at him.  Unreasonably.

What do I do once I'm up?  I wait and wait and wait and no one can bring me breakfast in bed because I was the first one up and no one thinks to cook me breakfast.  So what do I do?   I cook bacon for an hour because I'm freaking Starving!  Can't just cook bacon for myself...I have to cook it for everyone.

Hubby gets up after sleeping in and sits at his computer playing video games....while I'm cooking bacon.  I'm in the process of cooking everyone breakfast and start the 7 loads of laundry I have to do today.  While the laundry is laundrying, I empty the dishwasher.  NOW he says "Oh, they are clean?  I'll get to them".

So I was up early, fed the cats, cooked everyone breakfast, did the laundry, emptied the dishwasher, prepared tonights dinner last night and did side dishes while my husband grilled.

Called my mom to wish her a great day and my grandmother answers.  I chat with her and say "I'd wish you a happy mother's day but you aren't my mother....but I hope you have a good day too" and then I get a lecture from her about how she created my mother ........

Just a regular day for me, however it is MOTHER'S DAY and I feel like I wasn't pampered like the ads say I should be.  Why should I be pampered for doing what I choose to do?   I love being a mom.  The reason is because Hallmark made this a *od Damed holiday to sell cards and now there is so much pressure that no one can live up to that!

My 7 year old harassed the shit out of my husband until he ordered me flowers.  She circled what she wanted to get me on a post card and she left him sticky notes all over the house...daily.  A beautiful bouquet of flowers showed up Friday because my husband was strong armed by the 7 year old!

I'm a crappy mother because I didn't go out to lunch with my family, I'm a crappy wife because...well I don't know...but I'm sure there is a reason and I'm a crappy daughter because I didn't go to my mom's house to deliver her presents.

Great holiday.  F U Hallmark or whoever invented this holiday.

Who taught her how to read?

The 7 year old has been sick for about a year.  She starts with the drip, then the cough and then the infection and ... and... and...

PED sent us to an ENT and she in turn sent us to an allergist.

We go to the allergist who does the skin test in her office and when she comes back to check my daughter's tiny back she says "the good news is that nothing popped...the bad news is that neither did the control".  :(    Not enough room to redo the test on her back...home we go.

Child gets sick a few days later so back to the ENT we go.  She prescribes a couple different meds including prevacid!?!?!?!?  I call the allergist and she bows to my craziness and says she'll do the bloodtest on her.

Hubby is in London and of course I make the executive decision that he should be the one to take her to get her blood drawn.   He's not pleased, but he's out of town 3 of the 5 weeks so he agrees.

I tell her that her Daddy is picking her up because she needs "further allergy testing".  Pretty general I thought and genius on my part.  yeah me!

He picks her up from school and they go to the office.  He not only acts *SHOCKED* that they are sticking a needle half way up her arm BUT he blames me!   He says that "mama didn't tell them that she was getting a blood test!"

Blames me!   Threw me under the freaking bus he did.

So when I see her I have no choice but to act *SHOCKED* that they took her blood.  I make over her and act surprised.

A few days later she's sitting on my lap while I'm looking at my calendar.  She pipes up with "YOU KNEW ABOUT THE BLOOD TEST??????"   What?   What?   No!   I thought it was a scratch test...I told you that.  She says:  "then why does your calendar say 3:00 Zoey's blood test"????

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Ummmm....remind me again why we thought it was a good idea that she learn to read?