[SPOILER ALERT! The last paragraph of my post reveals the winner of Survivor, so if you don't want to know who won, I recommend that you stop reading now. Don't even tempt fate! But if you do, don't say I didn't warn you!]
My Mother's Day wasn't ideal. Let's face it, it almost always looks better on TV than it is in real life. BUT, that being said, it wasn't necessarily The King's fault. I've been informed that it's my job to fill-him-in, give him clues, tell him what I want. I have done this in the past, particularly with Christmas, where I have gone as far as purchasing my own gifts (I refuse to wrap them however). He could've taken some more initiative, I suppose, but really, he was NOT the reason why my Mother's Day sucked.
What would've made a nice Mother's Day? Being able to sleep in, for one. Maybe having breakfast made for me. Unfortunately, those things aren't feasible when you have church at 9 AM. I was up at 7:00 to make sure that I and the girls were ready for church. The King works hard, and I was so exhausted from my long and tiring Friday and Saturday, he had to "take charge" all Saturday night, because I was basically unconscious by 7 pm. That's a pretty incredible Mother's Day gift in and of itself - especially since it involved making sure that both girls were bathed before they went to bed. With all the work he put in on Saturday (not to mention a day spent out in the garden - more on that later), I would've felt bad for him if he had been up at the crack of the dawn cooking an incredible breakfast and getting the girls all ready for me, so perhaps I could've slept an extra 45-minutes to an hour.
As far as flowers go... in a way, he DID get me flowers for Mother's Day. I mentioned that I went shopping for flowers on Friday. I don't think I told you how many I bought. All together I purchased 102 individual plants (and I only spent $23.13 including tax). I believe 21 of them went to my Mom for Mother's Day, and I planted 6 of them into a hanging basket on my front porch. That left SEVENTY-FIVE plants that needed to go into the garden. Guess what I don't enjoy doing? Planting, gardening, weeding, etc, etc, etc. Guess who planted all SEVENTY-FIVE plants for me? The King. Is that not an incredible gift? I think it is. It REALLY is.
The Dragon gave me a hug and a kiss. She CLEARLY thought that she had given me the best gift ever imaginable. It definitely WAS quite fantastic.
The Princess gave me a collection of items - the best of which is a coupon that says "I will clean the house. (Only One Time)" Do I kill her now and hand it to her after school, or do I hang onto it until she is 16? *ponders*
Even Nemo gave me a present for Mother's Day. The forget-me-nots were in full bloom, and the one lone tulip that is planted by him burst forth into a beautiful blossom.
But Nemo... there's where it hurts. I was doing OK, up until Mother's Day. And even then, in the morning, I was doing OK. But I went to church, and someone chose today to announce their pregnancy - and of course, she had a due date close to when our little Nemo should've arrived. It hurt. I know it wasn't intentional - she is not someone I ever talk to, she wouldn't even know about my miscarriage (or pregnancy) - but it still hurt. I would've left the room, but I play the piano in Relief Society, and since I was still stuck there, I couldn't exactly leave. I realize that some people would say that I can't begrudge someone else the happiness that they feel because of their pregnancy - and 'some people' would be right. But it doesn't change the fact that it still hurts. Church is REALLY hard for me right now anyway - everyone is pregnant. Starting in March, there is AT LEAST one baby being born every month. I was supposed to be November. I was taking comfort in the fact that there would be a gaping hole there - I never imagined being replaced. But I was. And on Mother's Day no less. And it hurt.
The other difficult part of Mother's Day was that my kids chose to fight all during Church. I know I am not alone on this one! My mood was shot by the time we finally made it out the parking lot, and since my kids were now fighting about how to climb into the car - many of my neighbors got to hear me yell "Get in the car RIGHT NOW before I decide to RUN YOU OVER." Yeah, good times!
The Church also gave all the Mother's a small box of chocolates. I was in such a foul mood, I inhaled them in a matter of seconds when I got home. I honestly couldn't even tell you what they tasted like at this point. So much for savoring and enjoying them. They were the good kind too.
So... there you have it. The story of why my Mother's Day sucked. It really wasn't THAT bad... but I really was struggling with the "what could've been" yesterday, and it kind-of made the day not-so-great. Sure, a card would've been nice... but would it have changed a sucky-day to a GREAT day? I'm not so sure. My husband loves me, and he does a lot of things for me on days that aren't ALL ABOUT ME. And I love him for that.
Besides, I got to order pizza for dinner... and I ordered the kind *I* wanted... ham & pineapple with breadsticks to boot. And I ordered hot wings for The King. Yum.
Maybe the REAL reason that Mother's Day sucked was that stupid Parvati had to win Survivor. BLAH!