Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day

Mother's Day got an early start this weekend. Those that know The Wife and me know that we really don't have elaborate or intricate plans on holidays like this. While there is the occasional need to surprise the other person, we tend to communicate openly and frequently about these things, and we let our needs be known as early as possible. For instance, Mother's Day. She wanted a manicure / pedicure, which she got today, and Grandma got our laundry done at a local laundromat for the holiday as well. Tomorrow night, we are having dinner at home with cake. There's a chance that we will go out to breakfast, depending on sleep patterns.

I haven't gotten her a card yet, and I haven't had Little Bear do anything for her. That's my failure, and I have no excuse for it other than the fact that I'll get it for her by the end of the day. I've been thinking about it, and I have some ideas, but nothing concrete. I'm not so good with cards, anyway. My oldest brother and I have a pact: we don't bust each other's chops about cards until after the next gift-bearing holiday has passed. So, birthday cards aren't officially late until after Christmas. If they are delivered with Christmas presents, they are on time.

Father's Day? I don't care. I really don't. I've told her a couple little things I would like: a book or two, a CD or two, that sort of thing. I don't want gifts. A card made by the children would be nice, but hugs are necessary. Maybe pancakes. A baseball game, if the Pirates are in town, would be luxurious.

(A baseball game if the Pirates are in town would be a nice change. Zing!)

Birthdays are kind of a big deal, but much less so over the last couple of years. I just don't care anymore. Sure, I like opening presents - but it's not going to ruin my day or my year if I don't have much to open. Pancakes, again, would be nice. My priorities have shifted a considerable amount over the last couple of years.

Funny about that: having two (soon to be three) small children in the house will cause some lifestyle changes. I mean, really: I follow one or two television shows in any given season nowadays. I read a book or two when I can, and I save my magazines for when I'm going on a trip. I exercise once or twice a week at the gym and once or twice a week on Grandma's elliptical machine. I don't have bad habits other than comic books and coffee, and neither of those is a particularly giftable habit unless amply communicated ahead of time. Other than take care of my kids and work, I don't do much. Sing a lot, so maybe gigging throat lozenges would be practical.

So, we don't really gift each other much anymore, and we usually don't wait for special dates on the calendar. We buy presents when we see them, and we give them straightaway. That's probably why I'm not on top of the card thing like I am a lot of other things around the house, but, well, that's not the worst thing we've endured as a couple.

Here's a picture of The Boy in Little Bear's toddler bed:

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