Mother's Day

Eliza Skye and her momma,
Mother's Day 2011


Mother's Day is a very strange holiday.

 No matter how hard everyone tries to make

the day all about you, the reality is this: your 

job as a mom does not allow for any breaks.

Not a second passes that the mind is not spinning

with thoughts of bottles (or breasts), bowel movements,

burps, drooly McDrools, or the three dividing

times of your baby's day: play, nap, and bed.

Matty was particularly generous for my first

Mother's Day; so much so that as he handed 

me the gift, he turned to Eliza and said, "Get 

ready for your mom to yell at us, Eliza", 

which I did but only briefly because although 

I don't believe in extravagance while

I'm not working, I do truly believe that I was 

not meant to be part of the working class and

will therefore enjoy the gift as though I am not.

I believe Father's Day may be my holiday 

of choice.  It is not in my nature to sit back

 and allow others to do for me; on Father's 

Day, I can embrace my Type A personality 

and relish in my comfort zone (i.e. I'll treat my 

husband like a king by doing everything myself 

 while claiming that I'm doing so because it's

 Father's Day and not because I'm a total 

control freak which, admittedly, I am).

Happy Mother's Day to all. 

A special shout out to my new friends 

and their baby boys and girls; I love ya.

To those of you with more than one child or a 

child and a dog, I salute you.  For those of you with 

multiple children AND a dog, I bow to you. For those 

of you who have a child or a dog or children and a dog AND

work too, well, I can't even begin to express how in awe of

you I am because let's face it: with one child and a cat, it's a full day.

Once I go back to work... well, let's hope there's Wi-Fi in the asylum.