I was talking with someone this afternoon about Mothers' Day. She has three kids - twin boys on the verge of getting their drivers' licenses and a daughter in middle school. She said all she wants is to go on a picnic for Mothers' Day with them and her husband because anymore they're so busy it's rare that the whole family is together to do anything. She asked me what I am planning to do for Mothers' Day and I said I don't know, but I hope I don't have to wash any dishes.
I guess you want to spend Mothers' Day with your children when they're old enough to be avoiding you most of the time. I'm still at the point where I want Mothers' Day to be a break from my kids. I want a few hours off-duty. Funny, isn't it, how that works?
I don't expect anything extra-special tomorrow, and that's okay, really. I think elaborate Mothers' Day gifts are kind of silly. I did buy myself some flowers at the farmers' market this morning, though. I was dropping some pretty strong and not-at-all-subtle hints as we passed the bouquets of daffodils and tulips, and Stuart said, "Well, I'd be happy to pick something out for you, but I'm out of cash, so I'd have to ask you for the money to pay for it." We had a good laugh over that.
What I really want for Mothers' Day is a whole day to do what I want, whatever that is. The weather forecast couldn't be better (finally), so I want to have a picnic and plant some flowers and onions (because someone gave me a handful of onion starters this afternoon, which was very generous) and herbs. Stuart put together a frame for a raised garden bed this afternoon, and I want to fill it with dirt and decide what to plant there (we're thinking tomatoes). I want to have some time to myself to read or knit or whatever and not feel guilty about spending that time reading or knitting instead of folding laundry. I want to go for a nice long run, something I haven't done in a while.
And I don't want to wash any dishes.