Father’s Day has got to be one of the best holidays, don’t you think? My husband golfs 18 holes with his dad and brothers, while I have my dad here for breakfast. When my husband gets home, we’ve got all his favorite snacks ready for a little sports on tv and a snooze on the couch. I hire a neighborhood kid to cut the grass that day so my husband doesn’t have to lift a finger. The evening ends with his favorite meal, grilled outside and eaten on the deck with a nice cold beer. Great, right? Now let’s talk about Mother’s Day.
Mother’s Day starts at the ass crack of dawn with the kids (oh so excited!) waking me up. My husband shushes them and hurries them downstairs where they make the usual ruckus, then serve me breakfast in bed. My “breakfast” usually consists of coffee and a baked goods from Dunkin Donuts that the little guy tries to eat with me. In my bed. They’re all in my bed at this point. Breakfast is followed by gifts of flowers and things made at school. Last year my husband went a little above and beyond. He gave me a memo board, a clipboard and a coupon organizer. The memo board and the clipboard were bad enough, but a freakin’ coupon organizer?! I’m sure at some point that day we also visited my mother, and his. What a fun and relaxing day!
This year’s going to be a little different. I’ve decided that since Mother’s Day is my one and only true day off , I’m going to treat it as such. Plus I learned my lesson. If you want something done right, just do it yourself. That’s why Father’s Day is so great, after all. And, since the coupon organizer debacle of last year, my husband is all for me planning Mother’s Day.
The festivities are scheduled to begin on Friday morning, around 7:30 – bagels and coffee with girlfriends. Then we’ll all pile into a caravan of minivans and head up north for the weekend. You read it right. We’re going away. For. The. Whole. Weekend. Just us Moms. We’ll spend the weekend ziplining and hiking, shopping and dining. We’ll be home in time for dinner on Sunday night.
No Dunkin Donuts in my bed with the whole family, no visit with my mother-in-law, no coupon organizer. Just a nice relaxing weekend. Everything Mother’s Day should be. And I’m sure that after 3 days away from the kids, I’ll happily share my dinner with them, even in my bed if they want.
Don’t you just love an MNO (Mom’s Night Out)? I remember when the kids were babies and I wouldn’t even consider it. I don’t know why – heck, I probably needed it more then than I do now! Luckily, I’ve finally come to my senses and try to get out for an MNO a few times a month.
It started with a book club which progressed to a bar club. After more than a year of meeting at the bar, one of us thought maybe we should try to get a little culture back into our MNO – so we headed off to the public library to hear an author speak. We all planned to meet there, but some of us were running a bit late and I received a text from my friend who was already at the library asking if it were some kind of practical joke and telling me we should all get there as soon as possible because she was afraid she was going to “catch the menopause.” As soon as I walked into that library, I understood her text. There were elderly people in every row. Women were knitting. It ended up being a great experience and of course we topped it off with a stop at the local bar. I got home that night though and couldn’t help but wonder if it meant that we were getting old.
The next cultural outing was to see a play “in the city.” We’d all looked forward to it for weeks! We had dinner reservations just before the show and were all gussied up for a night downtown. We arrived at the restaurant and it was filled with older people. I just thought maybe that was what happened when you dined early. When we ran into the theater, with less than a minute to spare, I sat down and took a look around and realized that we were again some of the youngest people there.
This time, it felt different. Being the youngest people in the crowd feels kinda nice. I mean, we’re forty, anytime we feel younger is a bonus! So as we were headed home that night we talked about finding some other places we could venture to and be the youngest. We’re currently researching the local bingo scene. There’s one stipulation though, they have to serve cocktails.
When I told a friend that the lady from the packy said hi to me at the Homegoods, she said that was a red flag. Two red flags, actually. One just for calling it the packy. Then she said drinking wine at the laundromat by myself with my People magazines when the dryer was broken was another red flag. Now I’m up to 3. So, it’s either time for an intervention, or a cocktail…
With that in mind, I’d like to share with you an idea the other Minivan Mom had after February school vacation – Mimosa Monday. I’ve included a copy of her super-cute email invite below so you can all have a Mimosa Monday as well.
Mimosa Monday is in effect!
Come on over to re-connect.
One long school vacation,
Equals one tiny delicious libation!
Let’s toast to a great week anew,
And this vacation in the rear view.
The joy begins at half past 9.
To see you all would be so fine!
Celebrate the end of this week with the kids and the start of school again! Invite your friends, sit back and enjoy the empty house once again!