Happy Mother's Day!

I hope everyone who is a mother (or has one) has a great day. You know Mike and I don't subscribe to these "fake" holidays, made up by the greeting card companies, but this is one we do. What do I remember about my mom growing up?

• she was always home, always


• meat and potatoes every night


• cheese on saltines and butter on graham crackers


• cereal before bed


• she always knew where I was, who I was with and when I'd be home

Notice how almost all of that relates to food?
So, what about now? Well now, she is not just mom, she's nana. Now she's Trapper Judy, MD. She's the babysitter. She's the one who cleans out my kids closets from season to season. And, she is still queen of the kitchen.
Thanks, mom.

And thanks to my awesome kids. I got a great lawn chair for Mother's day and I've already spent a couple of hours in it on the deck, reading the latest Entertainment Weekly. In a bit, we're on our way to the drive-in for an evening of fried chicken, movie popcorn and pickles on a stick. Thank you!!

But there's just one more thing I have to say....
You know, today you read articles about moms. Cartoons about moms. Editorials by moms. None of them apply to me. I'm not the typical mom. Here is the long list of things I don't do.
The cleaning: laundry, vacuuming, scrubbing the toilets, mopping floors, running the dishwasher. The aforementioned closets. Decluttering the dining room table.
The cooking: breakfasts, lunches, dinners, watermelon snacks, nightly popcorn and squeeze cheese.
The grocery shopping: years ago, it once took me 20 minutes to find peanut butter in Kroger. I haven't been alone in a grocery store since. And why isn't the chive dip next to the cream cheese? It's dairy.
The other shopping: what size shoes does the boy even wear? clumping or non clumping kitty litter? Is $3.50 too much for fabric softener?
The chauffering: taekwondo classes & tournaments, gymnastics, bowling, the doctor, paying the gas bill.
The teaching: "Oliver Twist" is about an orphan, right Zak? Aly learned how to "carry the one" this year.
All that other stuff: mowing the lawn, gassing the cars, taking out the trash, getting the mail out of the mailbox (what? the mailman doesn't deliver to my chair?)

How does that stuff get done? Well in our house, it is my darling husband. Chicken Patty Daddy. Mr. Mom. He says I'm spoiled. Some probably think I'm lazy. In many cases, I'm just plain incompetent (yes, I really did set the microwave on fire with wet newspaper). But the bottom line is, I'm lucky. I'm blessed. I am spoiled. If I were left alone for a week, this house would fall apart. And I know it. Every day, I thank God for my husband, the father of my children, and the master of the house. He deserves the credit today. Happy Mother's Day, Sugar.