What's So Happy With Mother's Day?
i got a couple of text messages today reminding me that it is mother’s day.
first of all, i am not aware that the male of our specie can bear children. the anus is not that big. second, my mother is dead. how cruel can that be?
reality is, my mother is truly happy as she is basking in the glory of our Lord and celebrating with the Mother of Mothers in heaven. i can't say the same for a lot of mothers who has to stay up worrying until their daughters come home, or wait anxiously as the husband seem to have conveniently forgotten to let her know his whereabouts.
celebrating mother's day mean that they have to wake up much earlier so they can cook breakfast, push the kids off the bed, make up the beds, wash the plates from last night, squeeze herself in the bathroom to take a quick shower, slab on some make-up, dab a bit of perfume, put on a nice dress and quickly jump back in the bed just before the husband wakes up - with the hope that he will say "you look lovely today, happy mother's day!"
the worst thing that can happen is that, in that time between sleep and being fully awake, he may utter.. "mom? is that you?" - quick, get the pillow and stuff his face. no one will know. a lot of husbands are just grown up babies, momma's pet.
or if she's one lucky lady, she'd wake up with the kids jumping up and down the bed shouting at the top of their lungs "happy mother's day" and the husband setting a tray on her lap for breakfast in bed.
just wait until she gets to the messed up kitchen. that and the chaos the kids made in the bedroom and she has to lug the bedsheet for laundry, because coffee stain is not considered a decorative design on a bedsheet.
speaking of mother's day greetings, i got one that is rather unique and interesting:
"an indulgent mother makes a sluttish daughter." - dutch proverb
you can probably tell i am grumpy today. hmmmp.
first of all, i am not aware that the male of our specie can bear children. the anus is not that big. second, my mother is dead. how cruel can that be?
reality is, my mother is truly happy as she is basking in the glory of our Lord and celebrating with the Mother of Mothers in heaven. i can't say the same for a lot of mothers who has to stay up worrying until their daughters come home, or wait anxiously as the husband seem to have conveniently forgotten to let her know his whereabouts.
celebrating mother's day mean that they have to wake up much earlier so they can cook breakfast, push the kids off the bed, make up the beds, wash the plates from last night, squeeze herself in the bathroom to take a quick shower, slab on some make-up, dab a bit of perfume, put on a nice dress and quickly jump back in the bed just before the husband wakes up - with the hope that he will say "you look lovely today, happy mother's day!"
the worst thing that can happen is that, in that time between sleep and being fully awake, he may utter.. "mom? is that you?" - quick, get the pillow and stuff his face. no one will know. a lot of husbands are just grown up babies, momma's pet.
or if she's one lucky lady, she'd wake up with the kids jumping up and down the bed shouting at the top of their lungs "happy mother's day" and the husband setting a tray on her lap for breakfast in bed.
just wait until she gets to the messed up kitchen. that and the chaos the kids made in the bedroom and she has to lug the bedsheet for laundry, because coffee stain is not considered a decorative design on a bedsheet.
speaking of mother's day greetings, i got one that is rather unique and interesting:
"an indulgent mother makes a sluttish daughter." - dutch proverb
you can probably tell i am grumpy today. hmmmp.
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