Why yes, I do believe it is Mothers Day this coming Sunday

As I had so much spare time (snort) over the weekend, I spent some of it on twitter and found a link to something completely unrelated that landed me on this blog.

Amongst the posts was a post about keeping the flame alive in your marriage which I thought was lovely, along with a handy “100 ways to keep the flame alive”.  It’s always interesting to see these lists and see how things in our marriage measures up against them, but I thought it would be a good idea to leave the list strategically lying around in this week as we build up to Mother’s Day.

In all honesty, these lists normally make me anxious.  They are like marking a test you have written and you might fail it somehow.  Every relationship is different and there’s always something that you wish your partner would do that they aren’t comfortable with. (for example, I would like more affection in public, I always get a kick out of a smooch in the shops, but it’s not really Etienne’s thing.  But he does try, poor guy).

I was wondering why the list is written for the guy, and there are a lot of things applicable that girls could be doing for their men, but then I realized: Guys are just a lot easier to please in general than us gals.  Give them the 3 B’s (Beer, Boobs and something else you can figure out for yourselves.  Hint: it rhymes with row) and generally speaking they are happy. Oh, and the remote of course.

Lastly: Before you think I only mentioned it in passing, it is in fact Mother’s Day this Sunday.  Normally I cringe at the consumerism attached to it, but this year I shall be a team player and join in the fray.  I shall demand breakfast in bed, gifts, being showered with more love than usual, peace and quiet and not having to lift a finger.  Oh and gifts, did I mention gifts?

In fact, Mother’s Day should be like a whole weekend thing.  The Saturday should be Mommy pamper day, with a romantic dinner on the Saturday night and then Mom’s favourite food on Sunday that she didn’t lift a finger to prepare.  Children should be presented with rosy cheeks, squeaky clean and be quiet. Ok, I did a manic little cackle on the inside with that one, but hey.

For my Single Mom Friends (some of whom are legally married): Because it’s Mother’s Day I think you should find friends with Husbands and drop your children off there on Saturday morning and only collect them on Sunday evening.  It’s only fair, don’t you think?

And Dads/Lovers/Boyfriends: you can’t un-read this post.  You have 5 days to make it happen.

Just. Do. It.

Ps: On that list was a lot of stuff that made me giggle.  I clearly have a very dirty mind.