Mother’s Day is over. Another 364 days of not being able to say things like “You do it, I’m just going to relax here on the couch and enjoy my special day.” Cause really, is there a better day to guilt the family into doing grunt work? “I’m sorry, I don’t cook or clean on mother’s day. You’ll have to figure something out.”
We had a low key day, if low key includes having two different meals with 9 people at each – one at the Westminster Country Club (breakfast) and the other at Carrabbas in Tyngsboro (amazing Italian food – I was shocked to learn it is a chain.)
Now it’s Monday. I dislike Mondays. Unless they are holidays, then they are good. Three weeks till the next one of those.
p.s. Have I previously mentioned that my kid is a fussy eater? As in, has waffles for breakfast 6 days a week (pancakes on the 7th) and would eat pasta with red sauce for every other meal if we didn’t for chicken (nuggets) and rice or fries on him once in a while? Salad (his first green veggies since baby food!) was recently added. Anyway, fussypants was sitting next to me while we were all sampling the calamari at Carrabbas, and my nephew tried the spicy sauce. Junior said he’d try one…with the spicy sauce. After they revived me, I tried to act low key, especially when he ate a 2nd one with the red sauce. It was an Invasion of the Body Snatchers moment.
