Fuck Mother's Day Pass the Gin

[Lambside]

Happy Mother's Day my arse.
I went to work.
I collected two bits of school uniform on the way home.
I came home to a box of Ferrero rocher and two cards.
The washing wasn't done, the recycling was piled high on the counter, the dishwasher was full.....of dirty dishes.
DD2 then asked me to intervene in her maths tutoring as it was causing her unspecified anxiety that she couldn't articulate. We spent a good 20 minutes looking for the maths teacher's email. 30 minutes or so of me trying to extract what exactly the problem was. Tears.
DD3 tried her uniform bits on. School trousers are very odd on a 14 yr old. Waist adjustment elastic horror! She wants boys trousers, gender free underwear, a boys blazer and a tie. Oh God!
Despite an instruction not to rip the packaging and to return trousers to me as they arrived...........
Meanwhile the boyfriend (mine) announces that the washing machine has stopped. I ask for clarification and he strops off saying 'Don't start on me'
Yay.
Rant over.

I cope by managing expectations these days. Just as well. We had power cuts off & on yesterday morning, meaning the doorbell didn't ring, so both deliveries from extant DSs weren't delivered. Dog has a dicky tummy &, fresh out of the shower, I trod in a loose dog turd as I chose a nice frock to wear on my special day. I'd requested roast lamb, but DS4 got drunk yesterday & could only buy pork locally (my least favourite roast). My DCs are probably older than yours & things do get better the older they get, I promise. However, like you, I feel imbibing gin might improve this Mothers Day.

DD1 who is 21 is away at uni. She's partially sane with occasional 'let me tell you how to do this' moments and the dreaded Anxiety thrown in for good measure.
Second gin coming right up

Ah yes re the dog doo, put my hand onto the sofa throw and found out that way the cat had thrown up at some point today.

Surprisingly thoughtful presents from young adult DSs today. However, yet again I was asked, at 1730, what was for dinner. I pointed out that I cook 363 days a year,.. but not on my birthday or mother's day. That's 23 years they have had the same message.
I have just made myself marmite on toast ( to soak up the Prosecco with which I have been drowning my sorrows. DH has just been to the coop. Apparently there is something in the oven now for dinner..... might be too late given the toast.
Swines.

Christ

I spoke to a lady who said in her country mothers day was expected to be the ONE day each year when men were nice to women. Not sure how much of an exaggeration that was.

I was asked what was for dinner. The suggestion that the DDs cook it went down surprisingly easily but then that was before uniform and maths tutoring torment.
It's 6.15 and they are both still in their rooms. We'll all starve.
At least I have GIN

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Gin is the answe!

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Indeed. Whatever the question.

Most definitely fuck off Mothering Sunday!

It's not my DH or DS's, it was my mother. We've slogged or guts out this weekend, decorating her new house. What thanks do we get? A blazing argument after she was telling me all the other jobs that need doing, which I am well aware of but am too knackered to do today. Then we get big snotty tears and her telling me she didn't mean it like that. She sure knows how to push my buttons and I think I shocked her by gathering up my kids and husband and walking out.

Handing WitchDancer a large G&T

Eating cheese and onion hula hoops to soak up the gin. Dinner is strangely unforthcoming.

Chin chin, bottoms up, and all that LambSide

Slange

My ds bought me two bottles of gin no card for MD....I love a card..bit sad....very unlike him and they had all been swiped in the supermarket. Loving the gin tho'....🍸