Mother's Day

I'm a mother of two boys and I bet you think I'm gonna get all mushy on you because of Mother's Day.

I sure as hell aint. Quite the contrary my friends. I got a problem with this so called day of the celebration of the mother. (that didn't flow right and I'm too lazy to go back and fix it)

But I was starting to make a point. Oh yeah, Mother's Day like all holidays has become more about money than sentiment.

I went shopping at money machine Filene's (I used to work for these greedy bastards) I only went there because I had two gift cards and I wanted to buy my favorite perfume, Cashmere Mist...and a DKNY cropped jean jacket with pink, green and purple brooches with the DKNY capri jeans to match. Donna Karan made a few dollars off of me that day. I had my kids with me and practically every man that passed me felt the urge to say, "Happy Mother's Day!"

Being the overthinker that I am I felt like I should get this treatment every day of the year. Especially when I'm out with the kids. When I'm walking into a store and I struggle with the 3000 lb doors and I manuever that stroller with one hand all the while trying to keep my 5 year old from running off- as soon as I accomplish this mighty feat someone should be waiting there to commend me on a job well done.

And then there are the sales. Nothing says "mom" like a Dirt Devil half priced one day only.