Did you have a good Mother’s Day? I’m sure you can guess a Mother’s Day tale on Bleeping Motherhood is not one about sleeping in, cuddling together in bed while I eat their homemade goodies, then sunshine and roses the rest of the day.
A day seemingly doomed from the start, it began with going to church, expecting both my children and I to be in our church’s Sunday school program. Instead, I ended up trying to keep two rambunctious children quiet during a church service with none of the snacks or toys I would have normally been prepared to bring. Keep in mind I took a dramatic fall this week, so trying to contain the monkeys with a hurt back and elbow was a stupendously bad way for any day to begin. Following that with refusals to clean up their mess in the church play area so we could get moving on our Mother’s Day plans brought us all moving in to the next part of our day grumpily.
As we then packed up to drive an hour to this awesome farmer’s market where we could pick from local ingredients to make an amazing Mother’s Day meal together (my husband and I like cooking together, especially when he does the dishes), the complaints intensified. While I pleaded with my children to just say nice things, that’s when it happened.
When is it “Kid’s Day”?
Can you imagine?
The day I wanted to spend with my children, celebrating all of us as a family is now children so inconvenienced by simply riding in a car and not complaining that they feel they deserve their own day. Of celebration?
Sure kids. I’m looking forward to planning your next “Kid’s Day”. Based on my Mother’s Day.
Kid’s Day Itinerary
We’ll start by going to Chuckie Cheese for breakfast. And every time you want to get on a ride, I will either sit on you or knock you off. In any case, I’ll make each of those rides as unpleasant as humanly possible.
Then we’ll head out for ice cream, because obviously we’d only eat your favorite foods on Kid’s Day. And we’ll ride our bikes there, doesn’t that sound like fun? Except I’ll keep stopping us every time a car goes by so we don’t get run over. A five minute bike ride will take 15 minutes.
Once you’ve selected your favorite flavor, and have the cup in hand, I’ll ask for a taste, hate it and spit it out, landing in your cup. Our bike ride home will last even longer. More cars.
When we’ve made it home and you are beyond frustrated with me, you’ll tell me to leave you alone until I’m ready to do something fun or something you enjoy (or possibly only say nice things to you, perhaps?). And you know what, I’ll ignore you the rest of the day. The whole rest of the day meant to celebrate you and our relationship, I’d rather spend somewhere else.
What would your “Kid’s Day” itinerary include? Hopefully better than mine? Tell us by commenting below or continue the conversation on the Bleeping Motherhood Facebook page.
Oh, this is too good. I just love everyone’s wonderful stories about their amazing day on Mother’s Day. I cooked breakfast for my kids. Sure, I cooked something I wanted to eat. We worked on the stairway to our basement because we are in the process of trying to sell our house. Finally, at about 4 we took a break and went to see my mom and dad. That part was good. I got to spend time with my parents and the kids had a water gun fight while my dad taught me how to tie a knot on a fishing pole. Then, for the ultimate fun. The ride home with my 4 year old sassy pants who kept getting out of her seatbelt which made a 40 minute ride home take about an hour and 15 minutes. It would be awesome to give them a “Kid’s Day”. I think I will steal your ideas. 🙂
Tel us about it. We’d love to hear.
My SO worked. My kids let me take a nearly 3 hour nap without burning down the house or killing each other. I’ll take it as a win, even if every single toy in the entire house was every where it shouldn’t be, the kitchen was a complete mess, and the glorious nap was on the living room floor (which was overdue for a hot date with the vacuum).
That is a mother’s day treat for the ages!
Thank you sooooo much for sharing this! I have had the worst weekend ever, and I was beginning to feel like my kids were the only ungrateful little [bleeps] who could possibly treat their mother so badly. Thankfully, it wasn’t Mother’s Day, but it’s starting to feel like every day ends up this way. I have 4 kids, ages 9, 8, 5, and 2. My 8 and 5 year old act more like toddlers than their baby brother. They refuse to get up and get dressed for school or church, refuse to do any chores, refuse to get ready for bed, refuse to get *in* bed. I punish them for their behavior and they refuse to go to time out. I end up having to pick them up and physically force them into the car, bed, whatever. Today, I took them both to church, kicking and screaming, in their pajamas. Ugh! And then they had the nerve to tell me that I was treating them disrespectfully!
So here’s what my “Kid Day” would look like: We would plan a nice outing to somewhere they really wanted to go, like the pool. But when the time came to leave, I’d sit in my bed and refuse to get up. They’d plead with me, “Mom! We can’t go to the pool unless you drive us!” And I’d say, “I don’t care, I’m not going!” Then someone bigger than me would have to physically pick me up and carry me to the pool. On the way there, we’d pass several of their friends, and I would humiliate them by A) Being dressed in my pajamas with bead head, and B) Screaming about how much I hated them.