I love my mum dearly. But I love the calendar a lot less! Mothers Day today obvs , and it was her birthday two weeks ago and my parents’ anniversary two weeks before that. Often the three things are even closer than they are this year.
I feel like I’ve barely taken the Christmas tree down as well! I really don’t overdo any of these things individually, but all together the numbers of gifts, meals, cards! Bloody cards, trying to think of something new to say on yet another bloody card. Argh! Flowers flowers everywhere. She’s running out of vases from the last time!
Only a silly rant obviously, and of course I am aware of my privilege in having a lovely mum who’s alive and nearby. But god why couldn’t she have been born in July?? Or got married in July like a normal person and been born in October?
Nothing for 9 months after today though. So I can breathe…