I Heart Hallmark Holidays

Mother's Day. Big 'ole mixed feelings about this day. On the one hand, yes, it's a Hallmark holiday. On the other hand, who cares if it's a commercially-inspired holiday or not? Mothers can use all the help they can get. So if Hallmark or American Greetings wants to have my back one day a year, then by all means, pressure husbands around the world to celebrate mothers for their calendar-illiterate children. I won't protest that.

But, being that Terry and I also have mothers, we must pay homage to their matriarchy this day as well. And where did our children inherit their calendar-illiteracy? From their parents, of course. So, in order for me to want breakfast in bed, flowers, and a beautiful card on M.D., I better be prepared to give a little to my mama as well. And if I happen to drop the Mother's Day ball (for the 28th year in a row), I like to think it's only because it's just a Hallmark holiday. (By the way, your birthday's week-proximity to Mother's Day does make things a bit more difficult, Mom. Jeez.)

So, with that said, if my mother is absent from all of my Mother's Day photos, don't think I'm the worst daughter on the planet. Confession: I did not see her on Sunday. Instead, imagine family gathered around a birthday cake in honor of her birthday (and her motha' flippin' hood too) only days before. Not to mention that my mother is the leader in the anti-commercial holiday revolution. You've not heard of that? I just made it up.

As for the mama at Casablanca, she did get just what she wanted on Sunday. I had breakfast served to me. Coffee. This awesome card. Fiona deciding that she likes her name spelled with a "y", rather than an "i". Happy Mother's Day!

I had the opportunity to go grocery shopping alone. And this truly a luxury when there aren't children [wanting to be into and then out of carts] in tow.
And then the simple pleasure of emptying out packaged goods into my own jars and canisters, post-grocery shopping. I love doing looking at everything through glass.

And some of us celebrated Mother's Day with a nap. That'ah girl.

Meanwhile, Terry was thoughtful enough to tackle the nasty job of clearing out the aggressive wisteria that has taken over the chicken run in the back yard. There's not nearly enough pretty purple blooms to make up for it's choking ability.


Fiona and I played together. Playing "Pony on Pillow Mountain" is the perfect way to celebrate Mother's Day in my opinion.

And we ended our day with dinner al fresco. Life can't get much better than this. Being a mom is as good as it gets.