It’s Mother’s Day! This realization struck me dead in the face along with the backside of Trina’s hand when I didn’t have an appropriate gift wrapped and sitting on the table when she got up. First off, I don’t know how many times I have to keep telling her; she is not my mother. Second, I didn’t forget it was Mother’s Day. I merely chose not to expose her to the unnecessary commercialization of such a revered holiday. I don’t know how many times we have had a similar discussion about Christmas and how the true meaning is lost. I figured she would appreciate me taking her side when it came to Mother’s Day. Um, yeah I guess I figured wrong. I therefore had very little time to react if I was going to somehow escape unscathed from this dilemma. Luckily for me Dakota was sick today so someone needed to stay home with him. By luckily I don’t mean “great news my kid is sick!” It’s more like “great news, a kid throwing up in the bathroom just bought me an hour to figure out what I am going to do about a Mother’s Day gift!” I had 60 minutes to come up with something and from the looks of Trina’s reaction it better be good.

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