Who out there was honestly disappointed by their mothers day? I met up with neighbors and they were pretty much snarling at their husbands(me too a little). Do we expect too much on mothers day? Who really sits back and relaxes? For me it was not much different than most days. Except DH made breakfast and decorated the plate (2nd time in 7 yrs).

My goodness! Maybe next year, we should just put up a notice a week ahead of time that we will be completely unavailable on this particular Sunday and we will all take ourselves out for manis, pedis and massages. We can send our loved ones the bill!
Momof2lovelies-I promise no potted plants!

OH WOW!!! I knew I was not alone.

My mothers day was not AWFUL but it was really just another day.

I have been thinking about what I hear and continue to say to myself "don't expect and don't get disappointed". Why shouldn't we expect the people we love and the people that love us..show us appreciation by thinking about us??

Yes, certain things I don't expect and I don't get disappointed. I don't expect to WIN LOTTO tomorrow, I don't expect my daughter to instantly stop her whining, I do not expect my husband to become a clean freak or willingly want to do yard work. Things like that, no I do not get disappointed.

I do think it should be expected that the people you love appreciate you & vice versa and not JUST by gifts but by THOUGHT.

I think there are a small handful of men that take time to think about their wives and how they would like their day to be spent. It becomes difficult to please all moms(MIL, MOMS etc) on the same day. I asked the question because it was alarming to me how many people were disappointed when I spoke to them.

MY MIL passed almost three years ago, so my husband gets a little depressed on Mothers day. He's an only child(in every way) and was raised solely by his mom. I understand his sadness. All day I heard " I really would like to go visit my mothers grave". For a few days I heard this...I would say " I think that's great and you should go". He never went.

It is my goal to teach my son and daughter to always appreciate and say thank you. Be thoughtful of others. Of course no one is perfect and I am not always on my game but I try really hard to remember things that mean something to someone.

For seven years I've been tellingl my husband "Please do not go to the florist and by me flowers". I would MUCH RATHER A FRIGGIN MASSAGE certificate. What does he do...he sends me a gardenia plant - one of the most high maintenance plants around. Why does he do this...it is easy.
I am exhausted, I have a bad back, sleep a little, chase kids, run my website, take care of the house, cook and clean....BUT...thank heavens I can smell the friggin gardenia until I kill it(not intentionally)!

For years my husband knows I actually enjoy stupid tabloid magazines and some business mags. For three years I have been saying "that makes a nice gift" and I have torn out those little subscription cards. NADA! Again - not the actual gift but the thought that goes into it(JEEZ, it's not like I couldn't help him anymore). Think about the person.

My DH writes screenplays as a hobby and shot a trailer for one. What did I buy him one year for fathers day...a directors chair with his name on it. This year he is a getting a tree.

OH MY G#*%D!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe it. I was thinking so hard about posting the same question and decided against it b/c I didn't want to sound like a stick in the mud or a cry baby for not getting the things I wanted for Mother's Day when we're supposed to be appreciative for what we get.

It's sadly comforting to know I'm not the only one who had an anti-climactic Mother's Day. Not that misery loves company, but to know that I didn't suffer alone b/c of the thoughtlessness of the people closest to me who I work so hard for everyday which felt like it went unnoticed is well...sadly comforting.

This year I made sure to inform the family of my desires to have a thought-filled Mother's Day. I left it open to their creativeness (which I realized now was my first crucial mistake) but told them I wanted them to put something together that showed me how much they noticed and appreciated the stuff I do and the sacrifices I make for them. For the four children I expected that would be alot of homemade cards with lots of crayons and markers. For the hubby, I expected him to work a bit harder this year putting together something original that he hadn't done before and getting the kids in on it. Since he's a computer analyst and electronic geek - I hinted that a picture show with family pics accompanied with music would be great. He didn't catch on. I also expected maybe he'd get me a gift certificate for a massage, mani & pedi. Did he? Not a chance.

It started Friday when I went to 1st son's school for a Mother's Day celebration inthe pouring rain lugging along the two little ones (who weren't welcomed by the teacher). Things looked up when son #1 read a well thought-out summary that pointed out all the things he loved about me. It brought me to tears and then his class sang songs and read poems for all the Mother's. It was all very touching until son #2 spilled the entire pitcher of iced tea across the desks onto every mother across from us destroying the personalized Mother's Day artwork placed on each child's desk and spilling the tea into the plate of delicious home baked cookies which had to be thrown out. Can you say...embarassing? I wanted to put a blanket over my head and creep out the door w/o anyone seeing us. Not to mention the teachers look who wasn't pleased wtih me bringing the young ones anyway. I cringed! Welcome to the Mother's Day from Hell, I thought. But I tried to laugh it off when I told my husband we made a big splash at the festivities.

Then it seemed to get better when I got home and there were flowers waiting on my porch from the hubby. I called him and thanked him thinking he had gotten the message and I was in store for a well-planned, thoughtful weekend. Then Sunday morning I woke up and the oldest child asked me to pick my breakfast in bed choices from a homemade menu (as she played garcon, lol) I choose eggs, sausage, toast and coffee. They messed up the breakfast and forgot stuff. Okay.....then here comes the gift still in the plastic bag (not wrapped)! Wow...a T-shirt (too small) and capri's my husband picked out to replace the ones he destroyed the week before by spilling bleach into the washing machine where my dark clothes were. Okay....I say...wincing and smiling half-heartedly for their efforts knowing they just went out the day before and quickly picked these items up with no thought involved! I read the cards on the tray getting more disappointed. Each one lacked sentiment as they obvious were no-brainer, left overs picked over and put back by other family members who knew better than to take these sorry lame cards home to their mothers which anyone could tell would be given to a distant relative b/c they were barren of emotion or sentiment. I was livid by the time I got to my husband's card. It was something I'd give to a friend.

I didn't let on to my disappointment and we went to church. Afterwards, hubby invites me out to a family chinese buffet-style restaurant we frequent often. Not catching on that I'm slightly disappointed he gives me the choice of lunch or dinner. When I ask him to help me make the decision - he says he would rather be outside mowing the lawn. Okay.....lets go to late lunch. No thought put into this event either. We get inside and hubby makes faux paux #2 the biggest one of the day by bringing up his undying love and honor for his mother (who I hate and am currently in a bitter battle with b/c she said disparaging things about my 2 oldest children who aren't her biological children - see Q & A for more details on this) This makes me very angry when he says, "I will always honor my mother that's why I sent her flowers too! His tone had clearly put me on notice that his love and sentiment for his mother well exceeded that of his for me. Can anyone say insulting? Speaks mounds for the lack of emotion in the flowers, card and gift.

After his declaration husband quickly changes and rushed out to his beloved yard work making no personal time for me as I sit on the couch and watch "The Great Debaters" waiting for him to finish. Getting hungry I decide to indulge myself if I can't get a little more personalized attention from the family. I leave and treat myself to a little gourmet seafood and chocolate covered strawberries at the local "finer dining" restauranteurs down the street from my house. This makes me feel a little better as I'm still basically ignored by my husband.

I begrungingly go to dinner and could barely eat. Husband makes no small talk and when we return home he goes to our home office and gets buried in gettting himself prepared for Monday work. He emerges and holds his hand out to signal he's ready for our nightly prayer so he can go to bed.

Wow, I say to myself as I sit by myself on the couch again watching uh...whatever. What a forgetable Mother's Day that showed me just how much I'm not appreciated by the people I work so hard for every day. (minus the kids...they really did try)

My day was neither great nor blah, but I didn't really expect anything amazing so I wasn't disappointed. We had a nice brunch with my husband's family then we just came home and chilled.
I wish we'd gone for a nature walk or something, but my husband's ruptured cervical disk was really bothering him so a walk was out of the question.
It's a good thing that my kids and my husband constantly make me feel special and loved or maybe I'd be way more disappointed about my Mother's Day!

I hate to admit it, but yesterday was the worst! I didn't go into it with high expectations...but it was really bad. My grown kids decided to have M-Day at one of their homes...they fixed brunch for me my son's mother-in-law. That idea alone, was so sweet and kind...that's where the good part ends though. My other son shows up, hungover from the night before begins bragging about the new truck he and his (absent) wife just bought, the classic motorcycle he just got the day before, how much money he is making, blah, blah, blah....kind of boorish!!! Did I mention he brought me a $5 M-Day card??? Well, that was it...oh and the cheese for the breakfast. There's no conversation, except my grown son going on and on...my other son is trying to cook in the kiitchen and juggling the entire meal. Well, then hungover son decides he wants to leave so he can take wifey for a ride in the new truck...did I mention wifey told me the day before, hungover son wanted to do something special with the moms?? Uh, neither did he!!! So off he goes...then cooking son asks me to go to the store to pick up something for the next part of the M-Day brunch, but he drive cause he's been drinking...why me??? I was pretty pissed. I went, I made him go with me, and all he could do was complain about hungover son. Ok, I had had enough. So, I left and got my oil changed, did my laundry and went to bed, very disappointed wiith my Mother's Day. It was stressful, and empty. Kind of like being kissed through a screen door!!! I thought about it all day...started looking online when I got home to see if I could find another mother who had a disappointing M-Day...glad I found this site and was able to get that story outta my head.

My kids are 34 and 31 both married, both have one child each. I'm 53 going thru a divorce...Thanks!! I liked it better when my kids were in grade school and I was killing myself juggling a hectic schedule, working being a mom...at least the teachers instilled into the kids to do something nice for their hardworking moms.