Mothers Day 2011: Put Down that Damn Burger!

Like every holiday where I am hosting the meal I am usually told by my mother and/or husband & children to calm down at some point during the day. It's funny how those words always incite the exact opposite; this Mother's Day this year was no different.

Why is it on a day that is supposed to be about me being pampered and spoiled for being an awesome mother...oh yeah and something about showing gratitude to all moms, blah blah blah... I come off as the one with an attitude.

All I wanted to do was have a nice meal together with my family. My mom brought my cousin up from Queens and we were all set to enjoy a nice meal. My wonderful hubby slaved over the grill while I made a salad and some veggies.

Brian told  Bryson he could help serve the food once it was all ready, but shockingly he was NOT listening. Instead he served himself and his brother a hot dog in the living room before any of us had sat down! I freaked...why couldn't they just listen for once, even for Mother's Day!

After they both claimed it was an accident I simmered down and went back to getting everything ready. Everyone sat down as I put condiments, drinks, and some green beans on the table. Then I see it. A half eaten burger on Tyler's plate.....I lose my shit!

What the hell didn't he understand about 'eating as a family'. I recognize my absurdity and irrationality as I write these words...I'm not proud.

Finally we all sat down--Ty was too scared to eat anything else. By this point I gave a half-assed thanks to God and my Nana, who left us her table when she passed away, and dug in.

Let me just say today I feel awful. My kids, though sometimes can't anticipate when I will rant and rave like a lunatic, are the most wonderful and sweet boys I could ask for.

Let me rewind back to yesterday morning when I woke to the clanging of pots and pans.  I stuck my head out of my bedroom door, only to be told by Tyler to "Go back to bed!" so he could finish preparing his top secret meal. It then dawned on me that I had used the last of the eggs and pancake mix the morning before, so all that was left was a lonely package of bacon.

I popped my head out of the door once again and told him the sad news. He was so disappointed he couldn't make me breakfast, but I assured him it was ok. Instead he brought me a very...umm...strong cup of coffee.

Next my boys presented me with my first homemade Mother's Day card from the both of them. I seriously freakin love it. Who knew some construction paper and crayons could bring a tear to my eye.

To top the morning off they gave me a beautiful engraved picture frame inscribed "Happy Mother's Day 2011" on the bottom.

I'm a terrible human being. My kids tried to give me this awesome day filled with meals, a card, and even yard work, and I all I could do was act like an ass because dinner wasn't perfect. My kids and husband are saints for putting up with me.

My mother on the other hand sat by and took it all in stride. Happy Mother's Day...I still have a lot to learn.

How was your Mother's Day?

Repenting from Boyland,