I hate to be negative, but I HATE Mother's Day. We always
have to have it at our house, my mother seems to think she "deserves it" (despite my having 3 times as many children as she did and my NEVER having a relaxing mothers day in all the years I've been a mother.) I end up cooking (yes, My Man cooks the "meat" and them I'm stuck with the fucking side dishes, the dessert (which thinks "isn't important. I don't care." He's not a MOTHER, is he?)
I clean my damn house top to bottom and then my MIL sits sulking on the deck because I don't allow smoking in my house. I hope it fucking rains on Mother's Day. My mother just called me to NAG and ask if I had asked a friend to come (whose teen aged son got married two days ago, and who has been so busy she can't even think) did I? Did I ask her to come? Did I do it yet? How many people will be there? I need to know?
She's making a fucking salad, a fucking salad
. I'm cooking for EVERYBODY as usual, and she "needs to know how many people" on fucking TUESDAY, so she can go on and on about how she made a fucking SALAD! G*d HELP ME! What difference does it make, "how many people?" She always makes too little anyway. Always the "Frugal One" (fucking cheap is more like it.) Of course, it's always HER idea to invite MORE PEOPLE TO MY HOUSE. Of course it is.
I have more kids than my MIL and my mother put together. I'd like to have a Mother's Day. One where I don't have to fucking cook and clean, where I don't have to get up EARLY, because "people are coming" where I don't have to have people NAG me about shit that was their idea
and then nag me some more. I've been doing this since I had a 8 month old baby, then more babies. How did I end up with this shit? I'm a MOM TOO!
I HATE Mother's Day. Hate it.
A few years ago, we took everybody to a restaurant, and it was almost nice and I was much less stressed. Then I got, "It was really expensive." from my husband. "I'll take care of everything when we have it at home." NO HE DOESN'T. He makes MEAT! He doesn't think about side dishes, decorations, silverware, DESSERTS (because he doesn't eat them.) And what to we do on Father's Day? He sits and watches sports and wants to be "left alone in peace." How nice for him.
I HATE IT!!!! I may have to threaten to "never have this again." Honestly, that's how much I hate it.
I'm crying. I'm going to try to get dressed so I can get to work and not
look like I didn't sleep last night and have been crying......