One friend left a comment on Facebook that I thought was a good point. Kristi said: “I would set the vote up for different time periods: the years when I had young 'uns I wanted a day of peace, now that they are in full day school, a day out on the town with the kiddos is awesome. So I vote both ways.”
I agree. I also think that whether moms work or stay at home may influence the vote as well. If your kids are in daycare because you work outside the home, maybe you’d want to see them because you never get to, whereas if you stay at home with the little buggars you’d like some time to yourself. Regardless, no one voted for spending Mother’s Day alone, having 24 hours to do whatever you please. And that’s what I would have voted. Call me horrible—you can surely call me mediocre—but it is a guilty pleasure to feel like I’m just me again, Rachel, and not anyone’s mother. Not that I don’t love my kids, but I can guarantee you that I’ll have many more opportunities to spend time with them than I will to have an entire day to myself. Well, at least for 364 more days.
And as fate would have it, I did get to spend time with the kids. I had a fabulous morning, with the husband making me my traditional breakfast of eggs benedict and coffee. He even went to the local bakery and brought home two large boxes of sweet rolls, whereupon I ate two: one for each butt cheek. I had two later in the day, one for each thigh. Now I’m all evened out.
But Mother Nature was not so kind to me on my special day (hers too if you think about it) because the weather here, while sunny, was about 48 degrees with gusting winds of 25-35 miles an hour. That’s pure cruelty to a woman who’s one day a year to garden for 14 straight hours is upon her, only to venture outside and need her winter jacket, gloves and a scarf. I was frozen. I didn’t have a Mother’s Day plan B. I sat on the couch staring at the window and occasionally staring at the TV. And the longer I sat there, the more the kids were starting to ask me questions. Then there was bickering. The house was a mess and laundry needed to be washed, but I refused to do anything domestic, because dammit, it was MY day. So I called my neighbor across the street and sent up the emergency flag from the window. I had to get out of the house before one of my children actually needed something, so my friend and I went to a couple nurseries and purchased pots, flowers, herbs, and the like, all while cursing the bitter wind. It was an enjoyable time, and when I got home my daughter gave me a fabulous pedicure. I think all moms should have toes like mine; in colors reminiscent of watermelon with little hearts on the big toe.
So next year, would I vote for a little bit of both on Mother’s Day, since this year was such a success? Nope. Next year I’m hoping for nicer weather.