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Happy Mother's Day
May. 12th, 2002 06:38 pmI hope yours was better than mine. Especially you, Circe. I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day as you deserve a day of rest, relaxation, and pampering. :)
Mine started at 8 this morning... Alex let me sleep in, bless her little heart. I fed her, ate a bowl of cereal, and by 9 was trying to get Jeff out of bed so we could start our horendously busy day. He wouldn't get up, so I spent an hour and a half, from 9:30 until 11, outside in the front wasteland-that-is-supposed-to-be-a-garden turning over the soil so we could actually plant something. My gift to my mother today was a trellace and some honeysuckle to climb the trellace. It will make the front of the house look and smell wonderful. Jeff was supposed to do the labor, but wouldn't get up, so I tilled up half that flower bed. My father didn't want me doing all that work by myself so he came out to help. It was 90 someodd degree weather with high mold, pollen, and air pollution. I have asthma, chronic bronchitus, and am allergic to... guess what... mold and pollen. Especially grass pollen. I feel horrible right now from all that work. I showered very quickly, got Jeff up so he could shower, dressed the baby in a pretty sundress, and the three of us went to Jeff's parents house for a very tense but not bad 3 hour visit. We are not on the best of terms with his parents, but things went pretty well today. Despite it going well, it was still an emotionally strenuous visit for me. We come back, I put Alex down for a nap, promise to plant my mother's flowers tomorrow (as they didn't get done today), and attempt to sit down. Jeff did most of the cooking for dinner, but he did need my help on some things, so I helped. We ate (my second time to eat food for the day, the first being the bowl of cereal at 8:30 this morning), I fed Alex, I put Alex in for a bath. Jeff is in there with her right now and I asked if he would put her to bed. He's mad at me right now because I want him to take her for the next hour and put her to bed so I can relax. This is the first chance I've had to sit down all day. He says he's too tired; he's been working since he got up this morning (after, of course, 11 hours of sleep); he doesn't want to deal with it... the same old routine he gives me every night. I pull the "But it's Mother's Day" line and the "You want Father's Day to rest and relax, why can't I get an hour today?" but to no avail. He's still upset with me for even asking. So all in all, a very bad day. My first Mother's Day and it was awful. My mother and sister collaborated and made me a picture frame, but Jeff didn't even bother to get me a card. He never even said "Happy Mother's Day" to me. I'm the mother of his child and he didn't even bother with it. That's disappointing. I was looking forward to today. I knew I wouldn't get a lot of downtime, that Alex would be mine most of the day and it would be somewhat busy, but darn it, I was at least hoping to rest at some point before I go to bed. I'm exhausted. I've been working my butt of for the past week to get this house sparkling clean. I don't go to bed until after 11 most nights lately because I've been working so hard. I get up in the middle of the night once with Alex and then turn around and get up between 6:30 and 7 with her every morning. I'm dead tired. Jeff goes to bed about the same time I do and is supposed to get up for work at 9, but every day he refuses to get up because he's too tired and sleeps for another two hours before I can finally drag him out of bed. And now he's angry at me. I hate that. He has a way of making me feel guilty for asking if he'd put Alex to bed, and he's pulling every single one of those methods tonight. If every Mother's Day is going to be like this, I don't want to celebrate them.
On the plus side, my mother loves her honeysuckle. She thinks I did a great job with the garden soil out front. It was rock hard and, with my dad's help, we turned it into garden soil. We even mixed in some fresh potting soil to help create a fertile environment for the honeysuckle to grow in.
I tried some Vanilla Coke today. It's new and really good. The vanilla flavour is strong, but it's not overpowering. I like it. :)
I have some Cherry Vanilla ice cream in the freezer, a new flavour from Blue Bell, which I'm going to try after I put Alex to bed (yes, I'm going to have to do it, or listen to Jeff whine and complain and tell me mean things for an hour... I'd rather just put her to bed). I'm looking forward to that, so that's another good thing.
I'm sorry to rant off like this, as I know I'm coming across as whiney and naive for not realizing that I will not get a nice Mother's Day until Alex is 20 or 30, but I appreciate everybody putting up with it. I'll try not to do it too much.
Forgot to add, HP guy, I do love you, and I'm sorry you didn't get a picture of me when I said I would send one. I've been busy (as you can tell) and haven't gotten Jeff to take one yet that didn't cut my head off because he was more worried about getting the cat in the picture. I feel very badly for promising you one this weekend and not actually getting it to you. I'll get pictures tonight and send them first thing in the morning. If I have to take the picture myself, I'll do it. I really am sorry.
Mine started at 8 this morning... Alex let me sleep in, bless her little heart. I fed her, ate a bowl of cereal, and by 9 was trying to get Jeff out of bed so we could start our horendously busy day. He wouldn't get up, so I spent an hour and a half, from 9:30 until 11, outside in the front wasteland-that-is-supposed-to-be-a-garden turning over the soil so we could actually plant something. My gift to my mother today was a trellace and some honeysuckle to climb the trellace. It will make the front of the house look and smell wonderful. Jeff was supposed to do the labor, but wouldn't get up, so I tilled up half that flower bed. My father didn't want me doing all that work by myself so he came out to help. It was 90 someodd degree weather with high mold, pollen, and air pollution. I have asthma, chronic bronchitus, and am allergic to... guess what... mold and pollen. Especially grass pollen. I feel horrible right now from all that work. I showered very quickly, got Jeff up so he could shower, dressed the baby in a pretty sundress, and the three of us went to Jeff's parents house for a very tense but not bad 3 hour visit. We are not on the best of terms with his parents, but things went pretty well today. Despite it going well, it was still an emotionally strenuous visit for me. We come back, I put Alex down for a nap, promise to plant my mother's flowers tomorrow (as they didn't get done today), and attempt to sit down. Jeff did most of the cooking for dinner, but he did need my help on some things, so I helped. We ate (my second time to eat food for the day, the first being the bowl of cereal at 8:30 this morning), I fed Alex, I put Alex in for a bath. Jeff is in there with her right now and I asked if he would put her to bed. He's mad at me right now because I want him to take her for the next hour and put her to bed so I can relax. This is the first chance I've had to sit down all day. He says he's too tired; he's been working since he got up this morning (after, of course, 11 hours of sleep); he doesn't want to deal with it... the same old routine he gives me every night. I pull the "But it's Mother's Day" line and the "You want Father's Day to rest and relax, why can't I get an hour today?" but to no avail. He's still upset with me for even asking. So all in all, a very bad day. My first Mother's Day and it was awful. My mother and sister collaborated and made me a picture frame, but Jeff didn't even bother to get me a card. He never even said "Happy Mother's Day" to me. I'm the mother of his child and he didn't even bother with it. That's disappointing. I was looking forward to today. I knew I wouldn't get a lot of downtime, that Alex would be mine most of the day and it would be somewhat busy, but darn it, I was at least hoping to rest at some point before I go to bed. I'm exhausted. I've been working my butt of for the past week to get this house sparkling clean. I don't go to bed until after 11 most nights lately because I've been working so hard. I get up in the middle of the night once with Alex and then turn around and get up between 6:30 and 7 with her every morning. I'm dead tired. Jeff goes to bed about the same time I do and is supposed to get up for work at 9, but every day he refuses to get up because he's too tired and sleeps for another two hours before I can finally drag him out of bed. And now he's angry at me. I hate that. He has a way of making me feel guilty for asking if he'd put Alex to bed, and he's pulling every single one of those methods tonight. If every Mother's Day is going to be like this, I don't want to celebrate them.
On the plus side, my mother loves her honeysuckle. She thinks I did a great job with the garden soil out front. It was rock hard and, with my dad's help, we turned it into garden soil. We even mixed in some fresh potting soil to help create a fertile environment for the honeysuckle to grow in.
I tried some Vanilla Coke today. It's new and really good. The vanilla flavour is strong, but it's not overpowering. I like it. :)
I have some Cherry Vanilla ice cream in the freezer, a new flavour from Blue Bell, which I'm going to try after I put Alex to bed (yes, I'm going to have to do it, or listen to Jeff whine and complain and tell me mean things for an hour... I'd rather just put her to bed). I'm looking forward to that, so that's another good thing.
I'm sorry to rant off like this, as I know I'm coming across as whiney and naive for not realizing that I will not get a nice Mother's Day until Alex is 20 or 30, but I appreciate everybody putting up with it. I'll try not to do it too much.
Forgot to add, HP guy, I do love you, and I'm sorry you didn't get a picture of me when I said I would send one. I've been busy (as you can tell) and haven't gotten Jeff to take one yet that didn't cut my head off because he was more worried about getting the cat in the picture. I feel very badly for promising you one this weekend and not actually getting it to you. I'll get pictures tonight and send them first thing in the morning. If I have to take the picture myself, I'll do it. I really am sorry.
