Well not that it was Mother’s Day. Of course I remembered it was Mother’s Day and was looking forward to breakfast in bed and a day when the kids slaved after me. And I was planning to pop over to Mum’s with a bunch of flowers and have a cup of tea.
I was still feeling rather sorry for myself in bed nursing my cold when the call came.
“So we’ll see you at 12 for lunch?” says Dad.
“Lunch at the club – your whole family – remember? I booked it ages ago?”
“… um… yes… okay we’ll be there.”
“Oh and don’t forget Groover’s mum.”
“Sure…” I say weakly falling back against the pillow.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” asks Groover.
Dad had booked us in to his club for lunch weeks ago. I’d forgotten. Hugamuga and Groover were going to football at 11.30am and we hadn’t told his mother that she was invited along too.
I swung into action. Rang the coach – turned out Hugamuga wasn’t on the list for this weekend anyway – warned him that Groover wouldn’t be there to be a runner (the coach was okay with that). Groover rang his mum and told her to get her glad rags on – he was taking her to lunch.
And we were ready. Drugged up to the eyeballs in cold and flu tablets but dressed, made up, in the car.
It was a very pleasant lunch and thank goodness it all came together.
In the afternoon I was a “proper” mother and ironed my kids’ shirts for school. (Usually I make them do it themselves)
And it’s FYO dinner night at the Redsultana house tonight!
Because frankly my dears, while I could give a damn, I need to put my feet up. After all, it is mother’s day, remember?
PS: Is it Mother’s Day or Mothers’ Day? Some apostrophe help would be greatly appreciated. I originally wrote Mothers’ Day as it is a day for all Mothers right? But then it looked wrong and I thought well really you only have one mother (or two maybe if you’re a surrogate or adopted) so maybe it should be Mother’s Day… What do you think?
PPS: FYO = Find Your Own