mother's day....

so i am not having the best mothers day....but tell me when you had the best valentine's, new year's eve, or some other holiday that you get all worked up for only to be disappointed. seriously, yesterday sucked and today hasn't started out any better. yesterday jason and i got in a huge fight and i am not even sure why. all i know is the day started out fine, then we went for a walk and i had an eyebrow waxing appointment at 9:30. i forgot my cell, so i told jason and nick that i would meet them in the park. i walked over to the park and then jason decided he was shaky and needed to go home to eat. fine. nick and i played for a little while longer UNTIL he decided to run through some pretty big puddles (fountain in the park) he got soaked and it was chilly so we went home. NOW, on the way home i was SUPPOSED to pick up jason's dry cleaning. (this is a NEVER ENDING SAGA, about his dry cleaning. seriously, i have so many fucking things on my plate, let me drop and pick up your dry cleaning every fucking day.) sorry, anyway...i didn't stop to pick it up because nick was soaked. when we got home i was going to change nick, and then go back out and get the stupid dry cleaning in the car. there was a lot there, and by the way am i a fucking pack horse? was i supposed to hang it off my back? I HAD NICK IN THE STROLLER. ok, so i get home and jason's not here, so we decide to play with the neighbor. when he finally comes home (with what looks to be a mothers day present, yippee.) he doesn't say anything about the clothes and i COMPLETELY FORGET. (again. like usual, sorry i was busy remembering everyone in his family's birthdays, sending presents, making phone calls, whatever else could be on my mind on any given day?) so, we do lunch, then i put nick down for a nap. take a shower, get ready...cuz we are on our way to my aunt's house for my cousins graduation (8th grade). well, nick wakes up early, and apparently jason is sleeping downstairs, but how do i know that? so i yell downstairs, "hey, nicks up, wanna get ready?" so, here's where the fun starts....now, i bring nick downstairs and plop him on jason, nothing unusual. i say, "hey, can you get ready, i'd like to get going, didn't know he'd be up so early..." i am merely stating that i would like to spend as much time possible with MY FAMILY. but he decided to say this, get ready, it's like the ipod letter...."you are the worst mother, you just drop off nick on me like this, this is so like you, i hate you and hope you die." HUH? needless to say, i ended up having a shitty day.

we went to the party, which was no kids, except nick. well, can you really enjoy yourself while watching your 1 1/2 year old at a party where there are no other kids? here let me give you the answer.....um, no. my brother was in town just to cook for this party. it was really nice and the food was awesome. but it was very hard to even speak to anyone because i was either worried about watching nick, or mostly worried that jason didn't think i was spending enough time with nick and he was doing all of the work. oh, yeah, did i tell you earlier that while getting ready for said party, jason says to me, " well how did nick get so wet at the park, were you on your cell phone talking to one of your friends while NOT watching him?" hey fucker, i forgot my cell, remember....? he's just an ass. most men are. how am i to make sure that my son is not like this or am i already doomed?

anyway, here i am blogging away at how pissed off and hurt i am, and it' s mothers day. whatever. i am sure that my day will somehow get better. nick and i made a huge batch of oatmeal bars and that was fun, i let him lick the beater and bowl. thank God jason wasn't there to see that, there are raw eggs in the batter. and he is the better parent. that is apparent isn't it? he even said yesterday that he thought he was a better parent. WHAT are you talking about, dude? i didn't know it was a competition. i have NEVER once thought that one of us was better at this than the other. WHO thinks like that? ugh.

so to all, happy mother's day. i am definitely having a happy one, can't you tell....i can't fucking wait for my birthday, or you know what....better yet, father's day.