Another one bites the dust...

Another Mother's Day done. I honestly don't get the hoopla. Maybe it's because we don't do anything special for the day. Ass-hat's heart is 2 sizes to small so it would not occur to him to do something nice, like breakfast in bed or help Demon Spawn make a card, or give me 'the day off'. I suppose if I told him exactly what he should do for me on Mothers Day it might happen but really, if I have to tell someone to be 'nice' to me is it really worth it? I'd be lying if I said that it doesn't hurt my feelings a little. Doesn't everyone want to feel special for a day?
His theory is that 'You are not my Mother? What do you want from me?" I just have to remember not to expect too much, lower the expectation and maybe I won't be so disappointed next time.

Ok wow, that was a downer. I didn't expect that to all come out. Didn't mean to drag you un-suspecting folk down into the dumps with me. :)

I hope you all had fabulous Mothers Days! I shall live vicariously through you. {kinda creepy ain't I?}

So taking the Mothers Day aspect out of things, today was a pretty good day. I was off from work and the weather was nice.

First on the list was cleaning the house and I recruited a little helper. I had to bribe him with chocolate but at least he helped....







After the house cleaning I got the crazy idea of trying to take pictures of the kid and dog. I know! What the hell was I thinking??? It would have been less painful to jab a fork in my eye. After much crying, yelling, begging and pleading I think I managed to get a few great shots. And yes, I will share far too many of them. After all, it is MY blog and I'll do what I want to.


















Well, 3 loads of laundry await me and seeing as how I did not receive a house-boy named Sven as a Mothers Day gift, I guess I have to go fold it.

If anyone has an extra Sven, please send him my way.

Oh and a little voice just yelled out "You're a jerk!" from the bedroom. Someone is not happy to be going to bed. He's going to be even un-happier when he gets his toys taken away for that little outburst. Hold on to your shorts...WW3 is about to start at my house.......