Mother's Day, ho hum

[sherron0]

In 15 mins, local time, it'll be over.  Always a mixed emotion day for me.  I always think of a definition I heard years ago.  Mother's Day: the one day of the year we treat mothers the way we treat fathers every day.

Mark was here all day instead of the cave he'd been invited to survey because of it.  (Last week he actually said, "I gave up {insert cave name} so I could spend Mother's Day with you.  I thought, "uh, don't do me any favors, -- when I call in a 'you're always caving' marker, I want it to be for something I really want." )  Any way, he spent the whole day in the recliner, sleeping, reading, etc.  Which is how I've spent the whole day too, and how I wanted to spend it, and would have been perfectly contented to spend it alone.  After all, I'm not his mother. 

AND

If anybody was going to do anything special for me, it should have been one or both of my almost grown sons.  Of course, I knew Thomas couldn't organize anything on his own, that requires Executive Functioning skills, and he has none.  If I'd wanted Thomas to do something, I'd have had to decide what it was, and write down specific instructions of how to do it.  And he would have lovingly done it, grateful for the help.  I did buy myself a small token the other day, and give it to Mark to give me today (a blingy purse-size glasses case with matching readers inside.)  And he went to Wal-Mart on his own and got a box of drinking glasses, since we break them and have to replace regularly and called that a Mother's day gift.  sigh.  But remember, this is the son of the man who gave his wife a garden hose for their 25th wedding anniversary.  (can we all say, Asperger's is genetic?)  Not one card.  Altho, at about 10pm, I did get a nice little message on FaceBook from Mat.

Mark and Thomas did shop for and cook supper (grilled burgers, corn on the cob, French fries) all by themselves (with only a couple of questions for the mother) and Thomas did all the cleaning afterward.  Of course, does it count if they "give me" a meal I wasn't going to cook anyway?  I never cook on Sunday.

Then,

 Plus, I woke up with one of those not-able-to-lift-my-head-from-the-pillow migraines.  And I mean literally.  I could just lie there and moan "help" wishing someone would hear me.  I drifted in and out of sleep in this state from 10am to noon.  Finally I managed to work myself up to dragging into the kitchen for drugs.  Which, obviously, from now on, will be in the bedside table drawer.  then into my favorite chair and Mark made tea for me.  After about an hour, the newest trial drug (relpax) and after about an hour and a half, I was at least able to walk, tho not pain free by a long shot.  About 7pm, after supper and a glass of wine, I felt almost human.

 so, pretty much me, all the usual