The day following Mother’s Day should be called extra work day as most moms scramble to make up the work the put off to take a day off. Seven loads of laundry are lined up at my house, waiting to be washed and my to-do list is longer than most, and that’s on top of my regular work. The good news is that I read a book this weekend and a magazine, plus I got to rest in bed for about 15 minutes, all things that don’t normally happen.
My kids made me cards, including one from my son that showed mom “throwing money away.” My husband swears he had nothing to do with it. There’s also a bomb nearby, yet the scene is covered by a rainbow, making it one giant mixed message.
Still, my kids wondered out loud when it would be Kid’s Day because it’s always Mother’s Day or Father’s Day and never a day that the kids get to take it easy and do what they want. I told them that every day is Kid’s Day, and when my daughter disagreed, I told her to wait until she was older because that’s when she’d look back at realize how much free time she squandered. And when she has kids, she’ll agree.