Thank God Mother's Day is over.
She has a pretty good
point.
On Saturday night
as we were both eating dinner she asked me what I did during the day,
I said,
- “I took the 3 scooters and the three of us
scooted to the West Village and had lunch at Corsino, It sounds lovely but it
was fucking exhausting”
As I hear myself
say the word “exhausting” I feel like an idiot. It was beyond exhausting, it
was like an ongoing loop of the whining national anthem. Juliana complained
every minute of the journey, which lasted 5 hours. She complained about the
heat, the helmet, the shoes, the leggings, the scooter, the wheels of the
scooter, the height of the scooter, she complained about the food, the juice,
she complained about the blisters in her hands caused by the monkey bars, she
complained about Diego riding in my scooter, she complained about my lack of
understanding, she complained about every fucking little thing that happened
between leaving home and coming back.
So, between the
carrying of Diego and his scooter (he got tired too fast) while maneuvering my own scooter (which is damn heavy) and addressing Juliana's complaints department, it was a little
too much.
Al says to me,
- “Why the fuck do you do this to yourself?”
And continues,
-“That’s why I always tag along with friends,
my kids are much better that way”
It’s true, I’m the
queen of boycott.
The next day to
celebrate Mother’s Day (sans husband again), I took my kids to Coney Island. Of
course this was more their celebration than mine, but that’s another story.
However I took them
with my friend Andrea and her kids.
And Juliana didn’t
complain much.
At least not enough for me to even remember, which is kinda new.
But also having an
adult handy to just say “kill me now” from
time to time, does help. Oh yes it does.
I might start changing my ways from now on.
Anyway,
Happy Mother’s Day,
mothers.
Who the fuck
celebrated that stupid holiday?
Not me.
… Not me.
No, I dont!
ReplyDeleteI was a late bloomer as you may know. And for the very first time in 1997 I had a kid to celebrate a day that went by years before, without knowing the meaning exactly. (-Unless for my own mother of six-) So I enjoyed it very much. Felt special. I got to "that " kind. The MOTHERS! And when my ADHD litle kid was kicked off the school on mothers day festival when he was less than 2 years, I understood the other part of being a mother.The mother of the bitted kid shouted to us..."your son is an assassin" and of course I turned around looking for someone else. Never again....the rest of his life I was the one. The Mother!
So having a day to let the people around express how much they appreciate your work as mother, is good.
I like it.
And this time I had the most beautiful mothers day. I had my mother just for me. I took her for lunch to a fancy and expensive restaurant with my husband, and she drank a tamarindo margarita and was happy pretty soon. She is 88 and missing a tooth (in process of getting a new one) so she did not want to show it and it was so funny. She ate all the food she like very much, old mexican cuisine and showed her appetite. My son is good and ok in the boarding school in the EEUU. and I felt proud of being a mother also, but having still my mother and showed her the apreciation of a family of 6 sons and daughters, 13 grand children and 20 gran grand children. Couldn't be possible without her.
Thanks God we still have her around.
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