Saturday, May 7, 2011
Now, I know I'm supposed to gush on a bit about about how material items aren't important. How I'm happy with all of the "lovely" homemade (or rather school made) gifts from my children. How pleased I am to receive someone elses unwanted offering from the school Mother day stall.......but to be really honest, I want stuff. Pretty stuff, girlie stuff, frilly fabulous frou-frou stuff.
It's not to much to ask is it? That on the day that we celebrate all that is good, lovely and nurturing in this world (in other words, Mothers!) That I should be showered with gifts of the sparkly and glittery variety? I mean, I've certainly earned my fair share of rewards. Surely all of the bum-wiping, puke-cleaning, late-nights, early-mornings, snot-scouring, clothes-washing, room-tidying, food-cooking, injury-kissing, child-bathing, nightmare-rescuing, fight-moderating, tantrum-diverting, game-inventing, school-taxiing, must amount to something? Not to mention all the hugging, kissing, reassuring, encouraging, and unconditional love that I dish out on a daily basis. This must all add up to some form of material compensation. Surely? Hopefully? Expectantly?
Knowing the excellent time management of my beloved husband I will probably end up with the same as I did last year....... A zillion and one scraps of paper with 'I Love you Mum' scrawled across them, a cheap card and a scratchie.
Happy Mother's Day everyone!