Kay
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My Mother’s Day was pretty disappointing, again. Last year, I was so excited to celebrate my very first Mother’s Day and my husband got me . . . nothing. Not even a card. I wasn’t going to say anything, but then we talked to his mom late in the day (on speakerphone) and she asked him what he got me. When we got off the phone, he was sheepish and told me he thought I was going to pick out a piece of jewelry or something that I wanted and I never told him what to buy so he didn’t get me anything. (In his defense, we usually pick our own birthday and Christmas presents (at least big items) and we sometimes don’t get around to it until months after the holiday.) I told him I had just really wanted a card to keep in my memory box from my 1st Mother’s Day.
I had picked out gifts (inexpensive, sentimental items) for his first Father’s Day months in advance. So on Father’s Day last year, I gave him a professionally done painted ceramic wall plaque for his office that had an impression of our daughter’s foot and her name and age (6 months), alone with a “Daddy Hugs” board book to share with our daughter, and a very sweet card telling him what a great husband and father he is. He looked suitably embarrassed when he opened his gifts, so I figured he would remember my day the next year. Wrong!
About 5 days before Mother’s Day, I asked DH if he had sent his mom a card (subtle hint). He said no and asked me what I wanted. (He knows I’m always drooling over jewelry online.) I told him I did not want anything expensive, because we are about to buy a new house and will need to do a lot of remodeling work. I told him I would be happy if he and DD did macaroni artwork or something similar, or even just a card. I also mentioned the 3 of us going out to brunch or lunch and just spending time together. Flash forward to late Saturday when he asks where I want to go to brunch on Sunday and I explain to him that it’s a bit late to get a reservation for Mother’s Day, so we decide to just wing it the next day. On Sunday morning, DH and DD and I were snuggling in bed (which was the best part of the day – DD is so cuddly and affectionate in the morning) and talking about what to do for the day. DH said he needed time to go out and buy me a card! When I expressed surprise that he hadn’t purchased one yet, he said that he only found out I wanted one a few days before and he hadn’t had time to get to the store. Apparently he had completely forgotten the prior year’s debacle and did not think of buying a card on his own before I reminded him. I told him not to bother if he hadn’t already done it, and he couldn’t figure out why I was upset.
We spent the morning making breakfast, calling our mothers and playing with DD. A little before noon we talked about going out to lunch. He offered to take me shopping at some kitchen showrooms to cheer me up. (This is something I love to do that he hates.) I was excited, but he said he needed to do a couple of things before we could go. We finally left the house at 2:30, and most design stores close at 4 or 5 on Sundays. At that point, I had to choose between having a nice lunch or having time to shop. We ended up having cheese steak sandwiches at a little shop to save time, and then drove up to the design district. Most of the stores were closed, including a couple that claimed to be open on Sundays. Total bummer – but not DH’s fault. Then we went home and I was up cleaning the house until almost midnight because the buyer’s home inspection and appraisal was this morning. DH helped out a little, but he was on his computer most of the time I was working. All in all, not a great Mother’s Day.
DH is starting to drive me nuts when it comes to holidays or birthdays or anniversaries. He doesn’t want to pick a restaurant or gift by himself for fear he’ll “choose wrong” and disappoint me, but it means less to me if I have to plan everything myself. I don’t want him picking out expensive jewelry without me, but a $10 book of poetry or flowers or something like that would be appreciated. He is not usually a stereotypical insensitive male – he is usually more sentimental and emotional than I am. Years ago, he used to write me beautiful letters and poetry for no particular reason, so why can’t he remember to buy a damn Hallmark card for Mother’s Day? Sorry, rant over, thanks for letting me vent.