Monday, May 9, 2011
This is supposed to be a treat for me because I get to dine out without Audrey, and hence without worrying that if I take my eye off of her for a second she'll end up face down eating her way through a chafing dish of mac and cheese.
I made the mistake of joking to my mother that there should be some sort of statute of limitations on Mother's Day. I mean, she's 77 years old. Exactly how long to I have to fete her ferchrissakes? She hasn't wiped my ass in at least 20 years. I'm over it already.
Well, by the end of our lovely brunch she was declaring that this was the last Mother's Day that we would be celebrating, and that I was right, and 77 was definitely long enough, and what had she ever done for me really? Oy. No doubt she has already marked her calendar for one week before next year's Mother's Day so that she can call me and remind me that we needn't be planning on doing anything for her.
Meantime back on the home front, when the subject of Mother's Day came up earlier in the week, Audrey asked, "There will be cake?" I told her what my plans were and that she would be staying home with Daddy and no doubt having an equally scrumptious brunch of kale and kombu succotash.
So every time that Mother's Day was mentioned yesterday, Audrey started screaming and running in circles with her hair on fire, "There's no food! There's no food! There's no food today!" Seems any holiday that does not end up with candles, cake, and ice cream is just not worth celebrating.
Posted by Lynn at 6:36 AM