Mother's Day Comes But Once a Year, but Everyday is Crazy Old Man Day, apparently

I am back. I could go all linear on you but that is not my style. I first off have to wish any and all mothers out there a belated Happy Mother's Day. Ours was peachy. It was to be the marathon of mothers or is that the mother of marathons? In any event, it was a beautiful day.

The day began with lad getting up after seven. This is great because come the weekend, he gets up early to come into our bed to watch television. It used to be just cartoons, some crappy, but now when there is nothing in the animated vein he enjoys, he watches sports highlights. It just means he wakes me occassionally to give me recaps (to things that I had watched the previous night, so it is not exactly "news" to me). I do enjoy it, except when he feels the need to talk to me while I am trying to drift in and out of consciousness.

He came in with the card and the gift he made for the Wife, his mother. It was 8:30 and I let the Wife sleep in. I got up, made coffee and made the Lad breakfast. He and I go out for a bit around 9:30 and then I have to get bagels as the Outlaws are coming for brunch at 12:30. That means, I figure them to be over by 11 or 11:30 (the Wife has the same "early" gene so is loathe to see it as more pathological than benign. I am one who is constantly late, so I do believe anybody who is that early has some sort of brain damage that does not allow them to FOLLOW FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS, let alone listen to them, but I digress). Lo and behold they were late, but that was because a main North-South artery was closed for weekend construction, so traffic was hellish all weekend.

They arrive by about 1:00 and we eat. They are gone by two. They did have dessert, though, which was shocking. During the meal, my father in law makes fun of the Lad's bed head, to which I reply "you are only jealous". He smiled but I am not sure it is the smile of somebody who recognizes where he is. Anyway, he is clamoring to leave, while my mother in law is talking, always talking (not saying anything, mind you, just talking). I then turn to him and ask him what day it is. He is lost. I tell him it is Mother's Day (and it only comes once a year). I hold my tongue, though I had thought about it in the shower anticipating the brunch to come.

The line was to be, and I did tell the Wife, that somebody should remind her father that today is Mother's Day, not Crazy or Demented Old Man Day, which apparently is everyday. Well, Crazy Old Man got his way and they left. I then mowed the lawn and pulled dandelions, not necessarily in that order.

They were to go my father in law's sister's house (Crazy Aunt, which works well considering her older brother). I was not spending Mother's Day with that mother... that was for sure. But I did threaten my father in law with that one, not that he understood. He did complain that the coffee was too bitter. It was a dark roast with a robust flavor. I could have responded with "You think that coffee is bitter? What fucking day is it?" That would have been cruel. My mother in law complimented me on the coffee. Then again, given her inability to give an honest opinion, I do not take much stock in that one.

Later, we headed to my mother's for dinner with my siblings and their families, so there were 4 mothers in the same room. We did have booze, which I could have used when the Outlaws were over, and I barbecued. It was a lovely Mother's Day for me, I guess I cannot answer for any other mothers, though.

Ciao!