Donations are way better than flowers.
Mother’s Day is coming: that awfullest of holidays when Mom ceases to be a person and becomes a flowery figurehead to be showered with bath bombs and perfumes and everything pink because that’s what the card companies told you she wanted, when she’s forced to wait hours for a dismal breakfast in bed or taken out into a crowd to be paraded in front of strangers and fed a lukewarm brunch. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Gifts Mom Actually Wants”
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Today is Mother’s Day Off.
Confused, are you? Thinking, I didn’t see any Hallmark cards for that one? Well, it’s not a national holiday. You might call it regional. That region is my house.
What does Mother’s Day Off mean? It means I’m wearing a short skirt with no concern about sitting cross-legged on the floor stacking blocks, because I won’t be doing that if I don’t want to. It means I’m not wearing nursing pads in my bra and won’t be until I decide I want to go home and nurse, because my husband will be feeding pumped milk to the baby. It means sitting in a coffee shop by myself, doing the work I haven’t found time to do in far too long, sipping coffee, wearing impractical shoes and lipstick and eyeshadow, noticing the man two tables over as he notices my legs, which I only today remembered existed under my yoga pants. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Off”