Oh look, May 10th is just around the corner! My favorite time of year, the day I get pampered, served breakfast in bed, showered with gifts, and . . . what? Sorry, was my sarcastic snorting and eye-rolling distracting you?
In 2006 my husband claimed he didn’t realize that Mother’s Day was a “real” holiday. In 2007 he said he thought Mother’s Day presents should be given to me by my child, and since said child wasn’t old enough to do so yet, uh, sorry honey. In 2008 he handed me one of his furniture-making periodicals and announced he had a little something extra for me that day (note: the name of the magazine was “WOOD”).
He doesn’t exactly have a stellar track record with this holiday, is what I’m saying. To his partial credit, our wedding anniversary is on May 5 and I’m sure it’s difficult to remember that he’s supposed to turn right around and be all nice to me AGAIN just a few days later, but jeez, come on. Mother of your children over here! Carried them in my body! Have permanent belly-flap as a result!
Well, my husband may need a little prodding when it comes to a good gift idea (babe? Spa gift certificate. Click, buy, bada-boom bada-bing you’re done) but at least he didn’t do what the husband of a friend of mine did, which was to look confused on the day in question and say, “What, I’m supposed to get YOU something? But you’re not my mother!”
Have you ever received a Mother’s Day gift that made you weep—like, not the tears-of-joy kind, but the oh-my-god-my-partner-is-clueless kind? Share your worst Mother’s Day gift story in the comments, and next week we’ll randomly pick a winner to receive a $25 Amazon gift certificate. Hey, now you’ve got a shot at getting something you actually want this year.