Jenna always asks before hand: “Are you excited about Mother’s Day?” “Are you excited about your birthday?” “Are you excited for Easter?” or whatever it is. Generally I’m not. But I’m not necessarily unexcited. For the most part I just think of it as another day. There may be moments when the whatever event is showcased or spotlighted – particularly Easter but then it seems forgotten.
There was a Mother’s Day Tea Party scheduled
at the Grand Victorian. I have never
been to a tea party other than the pretend parties I would have with Jenna and
her stuffed animals. I really don’t care
for tea and I haven’t worked my way up to socializing with a bunch of woman I
probably don’t know. Thus Jenna and I
resorted back to a time when we had still lived in Kearns.
After we returned home from church Jenna returned to the corner where we had passed some children who were selling pink lemonade – a very weak drink at that. We had inherited a tea set from a hoarder and Jenna asked them to fill up the teapot while I prepared a tray filled with crackers, cheese and the “almond bark” the girls had made in young women. Jenna had already warned me that there would not be much in the way of almonds.
Midway through our “tea” I announced
that I had to have some real food and took out some leftover chicken out of the
fridge and she decided to have a leftover pizza. It was a simple Mother’s Day, no hoopla. I already posted about my early gift (the Yeti water bottle) which I
have used from the moment I received it.
Roland also purchased chocolates in three forms: a chocolate almond
candy bar, package of chips ahoy and some glorified milk duds (which seem to
bring on a headache whenever I eat them)
Once again, there hadn’t been a Mother’s
Day program or even just a performance of primary Mother’s Day songs. It’s different. Not a terrible difference – just a change I
still haven’t gotten used to. But I
think I actually like it more than not.
I’ve been reading facebook reminders
all week about what Mother’s Days past have been. One year I was told that I would not have to
do the dishes. I thought that meant that
either Biff, Randy or Roland would do them (Tony was out of town) but they didn’t. They saved them for me to do on Monday. How thoughtful. Tony said he would have done them if he had
been home. He would have. Ooki had also volunteered if he was still
with us. That was a given.
No breakfast in bed. We all tried the new cinnamon cheerios
together. I thought they tasted like I think wood would taste - kind of a nuts and twigs assortment. I don't know why we continue to try new Cheerios products. The multi-grain are the only ones I have liked. The rest of them have gone from "not so great" to "kind of horrid".
Anyway, that was my mother’s day this year.
