Mother's Day

Mother's Day was Sunday. I'm writing about it now because I've been a little upset about it and, thus, unable to write about it before.

I received a corsage at Sunday School for being the youngest mother present. Huh? I'm the youngest mother present? That only goes to show that we need to do something to attract younger people to our church. Additional proof of this can be found in our young adult class-a class where only one person is younger than forty. I also received a carnation just because I'm a mom. Those were given out during church to all moms.

Hubby asked me if I wanted him to cook me a dinner as we were driving to Sunday school. He asked me during the drive, that is. My answer of course was no. He can only cook a very limited number of things and I didn't really want fish sticks and Lipton noodles for my mother's day dinner. I thought that if I acted mad he might offer to take me out. I did that all day. It didn't work. I came home and made myself some more jambalaya pasta. I took it easy on the red pepper this time. It was fantastic. I ate bowls and bowls of it.

I got nothing from my own family for mother's day. The boys made some stuff in Sunday School and while I appreciate the sentiment, it wasn't actually their ideas or creations. Their Sunday School teachers do it. I don't kid myself about that. And, like I said, while I appreciate the sentiment, it doesn't mean a whole lot coming from them as they owe me no allegiance. I haven't given birth to them nor have I used my body to incubate and give life to their children.

I think hubby would tell me that I am not his mother so he doesn't actually have to recognize the holiday for me. He has told me this before. He didn't tell me this year. I think it's best that he didn't. I fear that, if he'd said it, I might have punched him in the face. That's how upset I was. I'm not a violent person, really, I'm not.

My birthday was earlier in the week. I got a card. I'm not a high maintenance broad. A card would be enough for me. If I'd gotten it on my birthday. I got it two mornings later. That might not have been so bad had he purchased the card on or before my birthday. It was purchased the day after my birthday though. I saw him get it out of the vehicle in the bag from the store. I'm not a complete idiot. I can put 2 and 2 together. I went to college. He did say that he tried to find me the pair of shoes I wanted. He looked online for the store where I said I'd seen them. That store doesn't provide online shopping. He looked no farther.

I guess the thought of him buying me a pair of shoes and a late card were enough for my birthday. My joy and gratitude in getting those gifts for by birthday should have been residual enough to get me through mother's day as well. Oh well. Maybe I am a high maintenance broad after all.

Hubby, if you're reading this blog, this is what has been wrong with me all week! I love gifts. You know I love gifts. I'm cheap. You know I'm cheap. I would have been happy with some chocolate. I love chocolate. You know I love chocolate.