Well, here’s where I confess that I absolutely despise Mother’s Day. Three hundred sixty-four days a year I generally have no problem dying to myself and serving my husband and kids but Mother’s Day brings out more selfishness in me than I care to admit it is there. Last year, I determined that I was going to just make Mother’s Day a day to love the people that made me a mother but that turned out pretty awful, too; so this year, it is dead to me. I will send a card to and call my mother and make sure Jeremy does the same for his, but other than that, you are dead to me, you Hallmark holiday.
(Though I can’t help but hope that I can maybe eat dairy again by Mother’s Day. The 15-month-old is this close to being done nursing.)
(There I go, setting myself up for an awful day because of unmet expectations that I’m trying not to have but can’t help but dream about.)
What about you – love or hate Mother’s Day?
We are counting down the days until school is out – about a week and a half left and I am so ready to be done. I’ve kind of lost my focus over the past few months and while I know the kids are learning, I don’t feel like we have a great routine so I am looking forward to having some time off, not feeling guilty about not having a schedule, and then having some time to think about what works and what doesn’t so I can plan for next year. But first, we are going to enjoy some summertime without feeling like we “should be” doing school.
I have absolutely adored the rainy days we’ve had this week. Some of you are probably wishing for sun already, but I could live with dreary days 75% of the time and be a wonderfully happy person. (That is my one complaint with Colorado weather – there is just too much sunshine!)
Does it ever strike any of you that some children’s picture books are just plain weird? Sometimes I wonder if it’s me, too grown up to see the magic in it for the kids; or if it’s the author, too grown up to get what kids think is fun. Mostly I think it’s the authors, because generally the books that I think are weird are ones that the kids don’t particularly enjoy, either. (Or maybe I just don’t know how to read them so that they are fun.) I don’t even know how to describe them – there are too many types of weird! Give me a nice story with some normal pictures, please.