Flowers for my mom, go out to bunch / breakfast, take some pictures, shell out the standard gift certificate my mom will eventually forget she has and never use... call it a (mother's) day.
NOW things are change'n!! It used to be a day that made up for all the other times I was a negligent son. Pick up something last minute on the way to bunch and be a hero for a day. Now I'm the dad... responsible for at least 18 more Mother's Days WITH the kids. Planning the whole thing, making sure each little one did something, made something, says something, acts and plays nice.
What Holiday is parenthood going to change next? Memorial Day? Fathers Day (DUH), Independence Day? Labor Day (mothers day #2?) Don't get me wrong I am NOT complaining... I knew things where gonna change, I just didn't expect Holidays where gonna change. Which brings me to the realization: Everything is going to change.
Up will be down, left will be right, circles will be triangles crudely drawn in crayon on construction paper, caterpillars will have people names and occupy space in my house but not be paying rent, taco will actually mean taco again... EVERYTHING IS GONNA CHANGE.
Whatever. I say bring on the change.
So we celebrated Mrs. PBS's first mother's day the way any REAL mother's day should start: With sex. I am sure once the little weeble is actually born this is going to have to be done as early as 12am... but any good mother's day starts with an orgasm for mommy. We had brunch plans with my mom and sister, so making breakfast wasn't really in the cards. I brought her some cereal to tide her over until brunch and put on some netflix in bed.
*Cozy*
Brunch with my mom, the new mom, my sister and her BF at Cheese Cake Factory (Fish Tacos for brunch... Taco means Taco again...) In standard practice I seem to turn into a mischievous little shit when I am in presence of my mom, sister, and wife. Something in that combo compounds the quick witty silly humor. I think I just like making them all laugh, especially Mrs. PBS. After my sister and I split the check down the middle it was back home... for... YOU GUESTED IT, more sex.
I have learned then when your wife doesn't want to have sex for a day or two... that's probably a good thing. It's like she is willing refusing water in the desert. Once she realizes how thirsty she is... she no longer wants it, she NEEDS it.
After a little post sex nap we were off to her prenatal massage! She purchased herself this massage, and I wish I could claim it as my own idea. What's even more embarrassing for my mothers day failure is that she scheduled one for me too! I'm not too proud to turn down a massage on her day, in fact a relaxed husband is probably a great gift for a relaxed mom! Right?
Our Glutenous Mother's Day continued with a quick stop at Robeks (smoothies) , Sweet Green (huge salads) , and Red Velvet (gourmet cupcakes) before heading home. The night before I went to Home Depot to buy two Adirondack chairs for her gift. She had said she wishes we had better lounging chairs for the back yard. Since she is going to be a stay at home mom soon I really wanted to make sure she could spend some solid lounge time outside. This is after all HER summer. So we headed home with our troff of food and dessert and lounged out in the yard.
All in all a pretty perfect Mother's Day, which ended in a second massage before bed.
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