I hate Mother's Day. I think I inherited it from my mother.
Everyone wishes everyone a happy Mother's Day, like it's some big thing. But it never is for me. I don't even have very high expectations, but no one ever even meets them. All I want is a little more help to do what needs to be done, and for everyone to make an effort to be kind, just for one day! It just makes me grouchy. My two youngest sons made me Mother's Day cards at school and gave them to me yesterday, and they're darling. My daughter is always sweet, though she always over-reacts to her brothers' boy-ness.
I got all the animals watered and fed, the garden watered, and the kids all ready for church. My DH has to be there early every week for his responsibilities, so that's always my deal, and it's fine. But I got up late, and didn't have time to get anything on for lunch before we left after getting all the morning chores done. We got to bed late last night, and everyone had a hard time getting moving this morning, and no one woke up cheerful.
Came home from church, cooked fried potatoes and scrambled eggs for lunch. The teenage boys saw me working on lunch, and came to help out. I left them with it, and went to lay down on the bed with excedrin and a glass of water. I told DH the scrambled eggs were his responsibility. They came and got me when lunch was ready, we ate, and then I laid down for a nap.
I got up from the nap just in time to start making dinner. DH cut up the chickens, and I fried them and made mashed potatoes and gravy, etc., to go with it. It was the 17yo's turn to wash dishes, and he took over two hours to do it, complaining the whole time, and getting mad at everyone else for making noise.
DH left for work at 8 this evening. In his defense, he is on night shift, and after getting off at 4:00 this morning, he got four hours of sleep before church. I got a whole six hours. He had a short nap with me this afternoon, but he was dragging his tail. So I got him off this evening, and still had things that had to be done before bedtime.
We (meaning the 10yo and 7yo and me) started deep cleaning the little boys' room last night, and didn't get finished, so we still had to get that all done before bedtime so we could start Monday off on a good note. This meant going through and sorting a whole sectional sofa heaping full of clothes that have been accumulating.
The big kids picked on the little kids, the little kids cried and complained, everyone whined, and I was mad by the time bedtime rolled around. Thank goodness Mother's Day is over for a whole 'nother year. It's easier to deal with bickering, grouchy teenagers when I don't have expectations that they might be pleasant just because it's supposed to be my special day...
Anyone want a handsome, kind-to-everyone-but-his-family, 17yo boy? Free to a good home.... The rest I can cope with. I think.