Mother's Day Dream
There's something I really, really want for Mother's Day.
I've got my eye on it. And I think if I ask my sweet husband for it, he will actually give it to me, even though it's quite a hefty gift, and we've just moved, and Crabhubby has a lot on his plate...But Father's Day is coming up too. So Mother's Day can be a sort of bargaining tool for FD, right?
I've never been a big fan of Mother's Day. Like Valentine's Day I think these things are generally cheesy and the sentiment is mostly lost in the sea of commercial claptrap. My own mother never made much out of MD. At most we brought her a messy breakfast in bed, and she pretended to enjoy it even though we all know breakfast in bed isn't quite what it's cracked up to be. But my mom never drew attention to MD. And, until now, nor have I. With only one child, aged 3, I haven't had many Mom's Days myself. And it's not something I've anticipated or cared much about.
But this year I'm all over it. This year I need it.
Many of us want spa treatments, swanky treats, bling, and schmantzy dinners for MD. And many moms probably just want husbands to do the housework. But my husband does housework anyway. And spa treatments, while nice, aren't really in our budget, having just spent a chunkload moving from Crabtown to Crabcity (Cookie magazine, can't you throw some spa stuff in for me? I'm your mom-blogger! Wrap me in seaweed, I beg you!)
Back to what I want from my man: pampering the Crabmommy is just too pricey right now, so if Crabhubby gave me a spa massage for Mother's Day, I wouldn't enjoy it because I'd be too busy thinking of the Visa damage. There is, however, one thing within range. It's a pretty major present. But one I think I deserve. You see, Crabtot and I are at home together full-time at the moment in a new place. We are without playmates and preschool, both of which this momblogger and are her tot are used to. So life has been, shall we say, crabby for both of us.
What I want for Mother's Day: the sweet sound of silence. For a whole day.
I want to get up on Sunday and walk the streets, without keeping an eye on someone else. I want to drink coffee sitting down. With a book. I want to poke around in vintage stores for hours, something I haven't done in at least three years. I want to explore my new city for a whole Sunday, with no aim, no schedule, no competing agendas. A day with no conversations, except those in my own head.
To not feel like a mother on Mother's Day: that is what I want. Just for one sweet day.
What are you asking/hoping for this MD?
You know, I never remember to dream up things to ask for. Now, 6 days after having a third daughter in this ridiculous time of "push presents" you'd think I could muster up a bit of the "gimmme" attitude.
Honestly, if I could have a medicine cabinet with a real door that closed so I didn't keep having Sephora purchases literally go down the toilet, that'd be just grand!
Sleepy mama.
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I don't know...like you I hate the idea of wasting all that money (since we have so little). Waking up to a sparkling clean house and a mocha from my favorite coffee house would be stellar (but my baby daddy does that on the weekends anyway). Also, like you, it'd be swell if I had a few hours to go to the beach and read a book all by myself.
I love it. Especially the coffee sitting down part. The perfect "priceless" gift. I am going to suggest it tonight!!
You have read my mind once again. It's really about time. Pre-baby, hubby would go his way some days and I would go mine. I would shop, go have coffee, walk about and explore a museum. I would sometimes return home, both of us laughing about how long I had been gone. Those days are over and in my mama drama moments when I haven't been able to put my finger on what is causing me most stress...it's the clock! Hubby is a swell guy, tells me to go get a pedicure, go to lunch, etc....But I still look to the clock, wondering when I need to get back, how long do I have? The feeling is always there that there is something (someone) else to tend to. I know that my husband would be all for something like this, but I doubt my ability to do it. And even if I could, I'd feel guilty about it. I work fulltime and the balance of missing my little pepito and wanting a break is a constant challenge. So yes, my wish is the same and you have described it in a way I have never been able to. I guess it's up to me to make it happen. Happy Mother's Day.
I want to lay in the bed all day with long periods of uninterrupted deep sleep like I did last year (when I was pregnant) on Mother's Day. The only reason why I'll accept something different this year (and for the rest of my life)is because I knew last year was going to be my last MD to rest like that, so I took advantage of it. But, somehow last year's luxury is cheaped by the fact that the gift that I really NEED this year was the gift that I only wanted last year. : )
I could so relate to your post that I quoted it and linked back to here on my blog! Thank You for the Mother's Day wishes on Parenting Shine. http://storytellingmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-musings.html
Storytellin' Mama Laura
Can I come? Oh the freedom. I did have some sweetness, and a little browse, and yummy brunch. Unfortunately I also had a 6:30 baby wake up call, pee on the bathroom floor to clean, a meltdown from one because the other took the seat he wanted at the restaurant, then a time out in the car, and a stressed out husband. Then a five year old who complained he was "NOT having a good Mother's Day!" Aaaahhh! I had to laugh, this is what life is right now... At 8 p.m. though with the boys all tucked in I had a surprise. Friends who made Chocolate Turtle Cheesecake and bought the latest Cookie for me to read while they gave me a pedicure. I am truly blessed! I also bought myself the coolest Buddha bowls, see them on my blog. They make me very happy, is that so wrong?
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A day to oneself is almost too good to fantasize about...hubby and I were both supremely hung over but he got out of bed with the 2 small terrors and I slept until after 9am, waking feeling quite peachy and not so hung over any more. That and a bunch of flowers proudly chosen by my 3 yr old made it as good a MD, but a day to myself with only my thoughts and me would have been even better. I think that will be my MD gift next year....
snickerdoodles: that's a classic child comment. love it!