Sometimes, social media makes me feel so bad.
Mostly I roll my eyes at the parade of self congratulation and cryptic posts. But today, all I asked for was not to have to make dinner. I didn't get gifts, I got cards. I love the cards. I didn't get the cards or a "happy Mother's Day" from my teen kids until well into the afternoon. My DH was on a night shift so he doesn't typically get up until about 12, but today he didn't until almost 3 because he had to stay on site to report on an accident someone had so he didn't get to bed until later.
I'm recovering from Covid and caring round the clock for my oldest. I'm exhausted and struggling. But I didn't even get so much as a cup of tea made for me today, much less the dinner I hoped for, because my oldest needed a huge amount of support today having just caught Covid and my other two also needed care considering they too are getting over Covid. And ALL OVER social media today are posts from men surprising their mums or partners with lovely meals, spa breaks, trips to London. Photos of kids giving their perfectly made up and filtered mums breakfast in bed and baskets of gifts. Lots of pictures of the mums holding glasses of wine and long, heartfelt posts from their partners about what wonderful mothers they are and how much they do.
It made me feel really unappreciated and unseen. It wouldn't normally but today it really did.