I haven’t confirmed it yet, but various things I just glanced through on Facebook are giving me the impression that today is Mother’s Day somewhere, perhaps my current location. I should know these things, shouldn’t I?
Apparently there are lots of things happening out there in the world. I’m the last to know. The whole day slips away as we move from tantrum to diaper change, through snacks and naps, always with just one hand as the other holds the little head permanently plugged into my boob.
Mother’s Day you say?
Just getting a photo uploaded seems like a victory. And noticing that in this image they are both dressed, fed, and reasonably happy makes me feel like I can do this Mom gig. Yes, I can add myself to the ranks of mothers celebrating their thankless, beautiful work. It makes me want to say,
“WHERE THE HELL IS MY BOX OF CHOCOLATES?”