Mother's Day

I'm always wrong, or so I was in the past.

The hat that brought the "Oh really..." look to her face.
The dress that wasn't in style.
The perfume that sat on the shelf for years and disappeared.
The slippers that were returned.
The gifts that didn't make it.

and then the "You should have known I wanted ____" look.

Mother's Day used to be make a card day with some flowers picked from the garden. It was the thought that counts. But now it's become a make or break day for a Father. Mom wants respect, and I'm on the hot seat to provide it.

I gave up.

Gift card from Kohl's and the promise of babysitting while she went out with her mother and elder daughters for an afternoon of shopping.

Oh, and I used that American Greetings site to help the little kids make cards for Mom. Glad school came through and the local grocery store had flowers to "pick".

So it ended up OK this year.

I'm blogging this so I don't forget it for next year.