The last straw

I hate Mother's Day.

O gave me a very cute mug that she'd made in school. It's blue and it has a fish on it and it's just the thing that you want to get from your kid. I love stuff like that. But from TCBIM? Nada, zip, zilch, zero. Not even a card. Yesterday he decided that he was going to go visit his friend Mark, an hour east of here, so that they could go to hockey this morning. So he left around 6 p.m., leaving me to feed, bathe and put to bed two very cranky children who had been traipsing around Boston all day.

So today was pretty much like every other day. I got woken up at 5 a.m. by the Bug. I did manage to get her to doze until 6:15, but then she was done, no more cuddling, mum! Up! Out! Breakfast! Boo heard her and woke up. I brewed a big pot of coffee. I did laundry. I cleaned up the kitchen. I did laundry. I made a fruit salad. I did laundry. TCBIM? Played hockey AND golf.

I don't want gifts. I just want a card and a thank you. Maybe a cup of coffee brought to me after I've slept in a bit. That's all. It's not much.

So I've decided that next year, I'm leaving early on Saturday morning, the day before Mother's Day, and I'm going to Boston. I'm getting a hotel room at a nice hotel, someplace with big bathrooms and comfy beds. I'll bring a couple of books and a couple of bottles of wine with me. I'll go to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum and sit and soak up the art. I'll have tea at the Ritz. I'll go up to my room and drink some wine, look out over the city, read my book, have a soak in the tub and sleep. And sleep and sleep and sleep.

The next day, I'll sleep in. I'll order room service breakfast and eat it while reading The Globe. I'll head out around noon and wander thru the North End. I'll get a cannoli at Mike's and find a good place to eat lunch. I'll probably find a bookshop at some point and I'll buy whatever strikes my fancy. I'll head home around 7 p.m., after everyone has gone to bed.

I won't answer my cell phone. I won't think about kids or husbands or anything except me, me, me. I'm going to do what I want, when I want to do it.

I'm probably going to institute this plan for my birthday as well. If TCBIM isn't going to make any effort for me, then I'll make it for myself and he can stay home and deal with everyone else.