MOtherz Day

Mothers Day came and went with as little fanfare as possible.  Just the way I like it.  we aren't big ones for fuss and bother when it comes to birthdays etc.  The family knows what it feels for each other so we don't have to put it out there for the world to see.

Casey did invite me out to lunch but we decided it would be such a mad house that it would be better if we postponed it a week and went next weekend.  Josh was working and since he couldn't cook for me, he brought me cream of crab soup from work so I would have a treat.  It was delicious but so rich I couldn't eat it all.  The dogs showed me extra affection.  What more could a woman want?

I'm on Facebook and there are all those Happy Mother's day and the Share if you Love/loved/miss your mother.  Knowing that I will sound like a real bitch, I must say that I don't miss my mother and in fact, found it a relief when she died.

My mother insisted to be the Princess all the time, every time.  Even once I had kids, she had the idea that she had to come first that we HAD to lavish her for Mother's Day despite the fact that I was a mother too.
Then there was that whole figure out what to buy her thing.  She never really showed any appreciation for anything I gave her and so I had nothing to reference when the next present buying season came around.  Christmas is the best example.  She;d open a gift, asked if I made it and if I said 'yes' she'd reply with a humpf, if I said 'no' she'd respond with a humpf. FOR GOD'S SAKE WOMAN!  DO YOU WANT HANDCRAFTED STUFF OR NOT???  I would find myself so knotted with worry that I would end up with a stomach ache.  Then she'd refuse to come to my house, but didn't want us at hers so we had to go to my sister's where there was a guarantee that my sister and her husband would shout at each other at least once, with my mother joining in occasionally and that was on top of the melt down while my sister tried to cook.  I could have sent a rocket to the moon with less fuss.

So I enjoy my quiet holidays.

Too bad they don't last longer.

Uh Oh

Last night, while speaking to Michael, who was heading back to the office to pick up a payment from someone, I made a mistake and used the words... BuhBye...in .. the... car.

The dogs heads shot up and they went zooming down the hallway then back, grinning from ear to ear, tongues flapping because I said those majic words Buhbye in the car.  So off they all went.  Charlie, Kali and the old Fart.  They took their regular positions: Kali in the back seat, Charlie and Michael up front.  Out, stop, money, back and they were home after a whole 15 minutes...tops.

They stampeded into the house, grinning tongues flapping, skidding down the hallway because they missed the turn into the craft room, and plowing into a heap of dogs (if two can be called a heap) against the wall. 

I don't want to even imagine what it would be like if we said the magic words adding one more.... CHICKEN.  The dogs are downright goofy about chicken. 

Later Charlie comes into the craft room with that look in his eye.  the "Uh, mom, there is something on the stove that nobady is eating so...CAN I HAVE IT?  I told him he had to wait till my show was over.  PBS no commercials.  So just as the show is ending, in comes Kali with a look that I don't quite understand so I ask her to show me.  She leads me out of the craft room, checking over her shoulder to make sure I'm coming, then goes to Charlie as if to tell him that it's now his turn to lead me into the kitchen where CHICKEN was waiting to be eaten.  So now I'm being double teamed. 

Is it possible that the dogs are smarter are me?

Somedays I think trees are smarter are me.