Sunday was no different than any other Sunday for me. I worked, as I always do but even that was no biggie. S didn't get me anything but what hurt the most is that he didn't even call me to say Happy Mother's Day - I was thinking of you, how is your day going - etc. That is what hurt.
Alaina spent the weekend with the grandparents (my mom & dad) and they let her pick me out some flowers. She brought them to the nursing home and that was really sweet. I was grateful to her for making my day actually mean something. She doesn't really understand the holiday yet, but she knows it has something to do with mommies and grandmas and in that she did her best. She drew me a picture of all of us standing in front of our house. Its super cute. I am going to keep it in my scrapbook and show it to her when she gets older.
Even though at work I spent the day reflecting on how I juggle 2 kids, this pregnancy, 2 jobs, the house, the cleaning, the cooking and the errands and I don't get any thanks. For those of us who go unappreciated on that day, it just reminds us of what we already know so well. I watched my coworkers get flowers, candy, cards. Several of the daddy's brought the kids in so they could give their mommies their gifts. Everyone kept asking me where my kids were.
I wasn't going to even approach S and ask him why he just didn't care but that is so unlike me so of course I asked him. His answer was "You aren't MY mom."
Hmmmm. I seem to recall Father's Day isn't so far around the corner. I bought him something last year from the girls and of course he forgot that already, this year, he will get nothing.
