Well, it was an eventful day – I’ll say that. First, I got an awesome present from my husband and my daughter.
That’s right. I got a shit-ton of Care Bear funkos. They’re in my office and, that’s right, I almost have a full Care Bear Stare going on.
Then Scarlett and I drove 2.5 hours to get lost at Atwood lake, searching for a restaurant with no signage. While driving back and forth looking for this marina, I almost ran over a couple of Mennonite children in my anger and frustration. After lunch, Scarlett got covered in mud and blood at the lake side as she ran back and forth through jagged rocks along the shore. Then we went to a playground where I went in search of a water fountain and instead slipped down a hill and through a crap ton of mud, ruining my pants. My WHITE pants. I washed them twice. They’re done.
When we got home, 2.5 hours later, Scarlett needed doused in hydrogen peroxide, and then scrubbed from head to toe. I also had to take a bath in hydrogen peroxide and change my clothes, then do two loads of laundry.
Meanwhile, these are the texts I got from Ross (at home) while we were out.
I’d like to draw your attention to the picture with the feet propped up and the soccer game on the television. #happymothersday indeed!
Burnley FC lost in the last minutes of the game so that makes me feel a little bit better.
There are so many expectations associated with this holiday. If you don’t get it just right, someone’s feelings are getting hurt and there will be mountains of guilt piled upon you until you’re nothing but a weeping pile of goo.
I don’t like this. I get there’s a day where you should pay special attention to your mother and one for your father. But, I honestly feel about Mother’s Day and Father’s Day the same way I feel about Valentine’s Day. Basically . . . Don’t tell me what to do Hallmark!
I know what you’re thinking. But, Suzanne, you’re a mother now. Why aren’t you drinking the Kool-aid and getting on the Mother’s Day bandwagon?
Mostly, because I have too much shit to do to worry about being slighted about some arbitrary present I feel like I should have gotten. Mostly, I just want to sleep in and get a massage. But I want that every day. Mother’s Day doesn’t make that special. Oh, and Charles Penzone has this Body Polish massage that is just bliss. I would do that EVERY DAMNED DAY OF MY LIFE! I’m not even joking. I also want presents everyday. I don’t feel like I should have a special day just to get presents. Why can’t I have presents every day? That’s a serious question. Why can’t I have presents every day?
Also, why the hell is everything pink. All the flowers are pink. Every picture I searched for this image at the top was f’in pink. I HATE PINK! Don’t place your gender norms on me with your assignment of color.
Okay, so if you’ve been reading my blog for a while or if this is your first go around, you’ll probably notice that I don’t like to be placed in a box. I don’t conform and I’m non-participatory by nature.
Everyone else can do what they want. That’s the great thing about me. I don’t care what other people do, I just don’t want you to force your beliefs on me. If you see Mother’s Day and Father’s Day as important holidays in your life, go get ’em. Have a great day. I’m gonna stay over here and do my own thing. Thanks!