Though we might feel that everyday is Kids’ Day, my nearly-six-year old disagrees. Holden told me that every day is Grown-ups’ Day because we can do what we want, eat what we want, have what we want, and stay up late if we want. He thinks we always get the good stuff.
I spoke with Catherine Connors and Heather Spohr about what we REALLY want and don’t want for Mother’s Day. I’m curious if our answers line up with yours.
I totally see Holden’s point and sometimes I try to revel in it. For example, last night after the kids went to bed, I stole candy out of their Easter haul.
For Mother’s Day, I want total relief from meal planning and preparing. I am happy to help clean up.
the night before mothers day my friend invited me to see a movie and all i could think about was how perfect a mothers day that would be, i don’t mind giving up the other things for a good laugh with my friend…and i told my husband about it and he said he need to work that night(he works from home) and i just about blew my top…he should just concede right? well after my adult meltdown, he understood and i am really looking forward to it…but i had to grumble…lol
we have a great mother’s day routine. Hubby gets coffee and donuts from Dunkin (yum) and we spend the morning together before he heads to his mom’s with the kids. It’s ideal because we get to spend some time together in the morning and he gets to spend some time with his mom while I enjoy a day off. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if I didn’t have to continually have to remind him about it.
What I really want – to be acknowledged and celebrated as a mother before the actual Mother’s Day… any time in the week leading up to it is great!
There’s a reason and a story behind it:
http://www.sitterpals.com/blogmoredetails.aspx?blogid=23
Is it awful that what I want most for Mother’s Day is to spend time away from my kids? I love the idea of a whole day to myself, too.
I would like a clean house, meals done by someone else and perhaps a swim at the local pool. Really I’m easy! Oh and a nice margarita!
@Reesha, did you see the giveaway we have for housecleaning? go, win it!
I think I would like a day when my daughter doesn’t get cranky at all. Just smiles, plays and easy naps instead of overtired struggling.
I want a replacement for my old, battle-scarred Teflon pan. Hmm, maybe I need to up my expectaions a tad? I’ll take a gift certificate to a massage, too
I think it’s kind of disheartening that the one thing all of us want (myself included) is a day away from the thing that makes us worthy of celebrating this day.
In reality I hope I will get a day of family togetherness (one of our favorite things to do is hike in the local park but it has been a very rainy spring), a nap, a trip to the gym, a few hours to work on a sewing project, and a nice dinner together. Then, perhaps a nap and a glass (or three) of wine.
I can’t help but wonder if the (semi-desperate) desire for a day off from mothering on Mother’s Day will be change as the children get older. I suspect so.
Heather-my son had a similar reaction to Mother’s Day when he was 5 or 6. I just remember him complaining to me about Mother’s Day and him saying “Mother’s Day isn’t fun. Mothers just get to do what THEY want to do!” Of course, this outrageous comment made me laugh and made it a memorable Mother’s Day!
This Mother’s Day, I requested from my husband that each of my boys (2 & 7) pick out a bottle of nail polish (could be interesting colors!) and then allow me two hours to myself to paint my toes which hasn’t happened in 3 years!
@Jessica, I love my scanpan instead of Teflon. If I were your baby, I’d totally buy one for you.
I don’t want much. A trip to Paris where I can walk the Champs Elysses with someone else’s credit card (preferably Donald Trumps) and buy fripperies, then take a boat ride down the Seine where I tipple martinis and trip the light fantastic with George Clooney who just happens to be there and promises not to ruin my marriage by making a pass at me (I would also be irresistible on this day), from there I would go see the Folly’s Bergere (not sure how it’s spelled) where I’d be asked to dance on stage topless and everyone would think my girls were so perky I’d had a boob job, then back to my 5-star hotel where the lobby pianist would serenade me as young, lythe porters carried me up to my room on a silk litter (like Queen Nefertiti) where my husband would await me on a vibrating bed wearing nothing but a smile. (And my kids would be in cryogenic freeze). It’s a little wish, but it’s mine.