Yet another giftless holiday....sigh...

Maybe I have a different take on this Mother’s Day, Father’s Day thing. On Mother’s day I am Queen for the day (with a brief interruption of calling my own mother wishing her Happy Mother’s Day) because I gave HIM four beautiful children. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t expect to be waited on hand and foot, but Mother’s Day is for me, MOM. No one is running out the door to meet their friends, all home and accounted for, cell phones off (except for calling their Grandmother of course). This particular Mother’s Day I got some candy and a card. Hubby BBQ’d some steaks on the grill and we all watched Juno and 27 dresses, both excellent movies btw. We played some Xbox 360, Feeding Frenzy to be exact, strangely addicting, I got extra turns, it being Mother’s Day and all. Absolutely wonderful day.

On Father’s Day, Hubby picks what we do because he gave ME four beautiful children. (Although, I WAS the one in labor for a combined total of 48 hours, 36 of it with one child!) He’ll get a card and probably the same kind of chocolates he got me, because we all like them, unless something else inspires me before then. Our children are our gifts.

That being said, maybe hubby just isn’t the giving kind of guy. Some people are odd that way, feel weird about giving cards and such. I confess, that I really hate picking out cards, how can you sum up what you’re trying to say in a card? It just seems inadequate to me. I absolutely HATE getting flowers, they’re so expensive and they’re going to die. My husband says I’m very unromantic. Give him the benefit of the doubt, let him know that he hurt your feelings, ask why he blew it off. Maybe things were done differently in his house. You have to accept him as he is, not how you’d like him to be. A lot of women, myself included, seem to think that hubby SHOULD know what you want without telling him. After many years of marriage I have finally learned that he is NOT a mind reader and just because I expect something, doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen unless I say “Gee honey, will you please…”

P.S 50’s guy, I’m still sure that you’re my husband in disguise!