mutters day

Let me begin by saying that I read enough blogs written by infertiles to know just how blessed I am to have these four wild and wonderful little people in my care. (the red headed chick in this photo is not actually one of my children; she is my sister who just happens to be in the most recent photo I have of all four of my minions, together)

I know that there are many, MANY women out there who want nothing more than to be a mother, but for one reason or another, their bodies refuse to cooperate. It is heartbreaking...but it doesn't make me feel any less crappy when my mother's day is really nothing special.

*Disclaimer: That Guy I Married swears that he wished me a happy mother's day the minute I came downstairs in the morning. After I had tried for TWO hours to sleep in. But was awoken exactly every 15 minutes by my youngest minion. Because he didn't want to disturb he sleeping father. Yeah. I know. So if he did greet me with a warm, mother's day salutation...I missed it. Does that mean there should be no further effort made to make it a special day for me???

Money is tight right now. We are kind of freaking out about an expense that has come up (and we were hoping to use our stimulus payment to cover it...before we were made aware of the fact that we have to wait until June, for a paper check, because we had Turbo tax deduct their fees from our return. Bastards. But that is a topic for another day...) So anyway, I was not expecting an elaborate or fancy gift. A card would have been nice, though. I'm just sayin'.

So there's that. The reason why my Mother's Day sucked. I'm just a big, fat, Whiny MsWhinersons and I am sure that some douche will read this and cleverly point it out to me. I suppose it would be their right, just as it is my right to feel angry and hurt. I can live with that.

On the bright side, my 1st grader didn't trade the gift me made for me at school for a Gladware container full of snails, this year! Since I still haven't decided is I am ever going to repost everything, since I had my little episode and deleted the entirety of my blog's content (well...not before saving it all to a word document for myself), here is the post I wrote last Mother's Day.

Internets, meet Ethan. He is my third born child. My first son.

He is in kindergarten this year.

One of the perks of being Mom to a kindergartner is that you will inevitably be gifted a lovingly planted bean sprout in a hand painted baby food jar, or some such, for Mother's Day.

My Boy, Ethan, carefully carried his gift for me onto the bus for the short ride home this afternoon.

All was well until this little Punk Ass First Grader got on the bus and sat down beside him.

He didn't have a lovingly planted anything for his mom. What he did have was a snail. And some dirt. In one of those nifty Gladware containers. With some holes poked in the lid for ventilation.

He thought Ethan's lovingly planted gift was nifty. Ethan thought his snail was nifty. Punk Ass First Grader proposed a trade.

After school today, Punk Ass First Grader presented his mother with a lovingly planted bean sprout and Ethan presented me with his new pet snail.

This motherhood gig is thankless, I tell ya.

Comments

[Solvi]

Hey Sweets!!! You ARE an awesome Mum!!!! At least he didn't try to take all the credit by saying "Well, I started it all!".....(For without THEM, of course, we'd not have our kids....amazes me how their thought process works at times?!)..... Understand about the $$......ours was charged....ha ha ha......our stimulus? Went for the higher gas and increased grocery prices that were already high!!!! Bright side, there were no trades, as you said this year, but I question....Whatever happened to Mr./Ms.Snail?

[justdawn]

Well...it was actually a whole family of snails. He left their poorly ventilated, plastic home (tomb) out in the hot, Germany, May sun. I am sure you can figure out the end of the story;) heh

[Lisa]

You are not whiny; you are a sweet momma who deserves much love and appreciation every day. Not just MD!

[Angela]

You are awesome.... just so you know. And everyone is aloud to vent sometimes. And everyone is aloud to have feelings. By the By the snail story is one of my favorites... I know it made you sad at the time but it is soooo very Ethan.