The Mother of All Days

A whole day dedicated to Mothers everywhere. A whole day to spoil them rotten and show appreciation for all the bottoms they wipe, shopping bags they lug, tears they dry and the school uniform they fold. What a great idea. Like many great ideas ('re-sealable' packets, inviting the whole class to a party, having a glass of wine before Parents' Evening) the reality doesn't always match up to the vision. I do love my annual breakfast-in-bed, but most of it is usually spilt halfway up the stairs by a giggly pre-schooler tripping over their pjs. What remains is munched (not by me, obviously) until my bed is full of crumbs. The tea is cold, and someone has used a daffodil to stir it. So, this yea