I really do think they should rename Mother’s Day to include appreciate your Mother Wife Partner day after hearing the same reaction generally from men/partners of a certain era in sharing their feelings about Mothers Day.
Renaming you say don’t be ridiculous that’s what we have Valentines Day for, I can hear you shouting from my key board.
|Valentines card from my husband, he has a good sense of humour|
Sitting at the dining table alone, together, (how tempting is it to sloth on the sofa for dinner) as there are now only the two of us I said to Michael, ‘So did the blokes at work have anything to say about their Mothers Day, yesterday’? He said, ‘I asked one bloke and he virtually spat out, ‘Well she ain’t my mother’. (Miserable shite)
Interested to see how Michael replies he says to said bloke, ‘Well she’s the mother of your children’, a shrug of the blokes shoulders.
I then said, ‘Well, she’s probably cooked his meals, done his washing and ironing, I’m betting that woman has bought his clothes for him to while he works all day and that he won’t go near a shop if it’s of no value or benefit for him. Then when and if he does go to the shops he sulks when you make a round of shops looking and searching for exactly the right product, then you go back and buy what you saw in the first shop, I’m right aren’t I, said with tongue in cheek’. Frustrating for partners but fun for us, who can relate to that?
Yep that about sums up Mothers Day for some blokes, just like I think Fathers Day should also be renamed to include Fathers Husbands Partners day. Let’s not be gender bias or discriminatory now and maintain political correctness.
So as my story goes, this is my own fault clearly, as for many years I am the one who buys my own Mother’s Day, Birthday and Christmas presents as husband is either clueless, couldn’t be bothered, it’s too hard (most likely) or just damn lazy, but to be fair he knows how ridiculously fussy I am, as I reflect on some previous inappropriate gifts that never get used, get air time or are ever taken out of the back of a dark drawer.
This year I made a boo boo, I opened my mouth once saying that for my birthday in March that I didn’t want any chocolate.
I forgot to add and should have added as he isn’t inside my head that is because I am still trolling my way through the Christmas chocolate.
Well kick me please, because after that I received no goodies despite the fact that I:
· Would walk over hot coals for licorice all sorts and marzipan. (think outside the square)
So for my birthday which was probably my fault, I received one AFL scarf and a small amount of something else that I can’t even remember what it was. Obviously because I’ve eaten it.
This Mother’s Day I took the bull by the horn and bought some Swarovski earrings, I put them in a spot he would have to pass by, he said, ‘is this your Mother’s Day present’. ‘Yes’, said I with a hefty grin on my face to match his.
At the breakfast surrounded by his children he presented said present with the biggest grin that said look what I’ve done, bought your mother a present.
A pat on the back:
· High five dads
· A kiss on the cheek
· Well-done dad
· Now everyone’s happy
· Especially me
Enough said, many of us have the same book but have a different cover, it you get what I mean.
That’s how some are wired it’s in their genes, love it and live with it, get used to it, it’s how the majority rule.