Sunday, 22 March 2009
Posted by Sarah Pellew
Today, in the UK it is Mothers Day. Usually on a Sunday I would have a nice lie in, get up, read the papers, maybe go for a nice walk. Today I have had to set my alarm to get up and receive my Mothers Day gifts, eat a bacon and mushroom sandwich which still contained most of the field the mushroom was grown in ( crunchy!), wave good bye to my Man as he went to work, clear up the wreck of a kitchen/lounge/hall/bedroom, psychanalyse my children and prevent World War 3 from occurring between them.
Having emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, washed the undishwashable things,wiped the surfaces,put on 3 loads of washing,put the washing out to dry, brung the washing in, made lunch, cleaned up after lunch, swept patio, filled veg bags with soil, planted veg, swept patio again, tried to sort out arguing children, drunk wine with neighbour ( only pleasant interlude so far all day ) sorted out more arguments.... I am now on here briefly before I go downstairs to bake a cake.
Apparently Daddy said they could bake a cake today, just before he went off to work. When I said I would rather have a sit down they both went mental and told me I was a mean mother. I could turn into a very mean mother if anyone suggests repeating Mothers Day more than once a year. Once a year is once too much for me.I hate Mothers Day as it is 12 hours or more of relentless work and misery.
If you are a mum and have been taken out to lunch by your adoring family and are now sitting quietly having some "you" time... then I salute you. What is your secret and please can I come and live with you??