I didn't get my mother a card or present yet, but I'm visiting her, and she keeps talking about how nice it is to have everyone home. We went out to lunch for mothers day, at a Greek restaurant that was really good.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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My mother has not responded to my card yet, which, since it was from someecards.com does worry me a little.
But we spoke for a long time on the phone, and she let me rail about work, and I let her beg me for grandkids. So I think it was win-win.
I talked to Mom yesterday - she got homemade sweet potato pancakes for breakfast and a day mostly by herself. Then I called my aunt J and my grandma, got my Aunt but my Grandma was in town, by the time I found that out it was late, so I'm going to call Grandma today.
Mother's Day in this country was a couple of months ago, but happy Belated Mother's Day to all the US types who celebrate it!
My mother has not responded to my card yet, which, since it was from someecards.com does worry me a little.
For mother's day I got my mum a Marks and Spencer's gift card that I ordered over the internet. I paid extra to have it delivered the day before. I was a bit surprised when I didn't hear from her about it, but assumed she was busy. A full month later, the bloody thing arrived. She was pleased to have it anyway, but still. I can't even leave a bad review for M&S, because when I try, I get told it breaks their terms of service. Poor.
It's four days till my civil partnership and five till the blessing/reception day. To say I am entirely losing the plot would be no exaggeration. Between now and Saturday, I have to: go to the dressmaker and host a church social (tonight), have a meeting with my thesis supervisor (tomorrow), collect The Girl's present from a town forty minutes' drive away and get my hair done and drive another hour to Sheffield to meet people at the possible new uni (all on Wednesday), go to a conference and pick up a van and go back to the dressmaker for final alterations (Thursday), drive to Oxford and have the civil partnership registration and get my nails done and have dinner with both my family and The Girl's, together (Friday). Then we'll think about Saturday. I need a drink.
It feels crazy Seska but you will get through it and I'm sure it will be lovely and you'll be crazy happy in the end.
Bonny, what a sweet email!
It's four days till my civil partnership and five till the blessing/reception day. To say I am entirely losing the plot would be no exaggeration. Between now and Saturday, I have to: go to the dressmaker and host a church social (tonight), have a meeting with my thesis supervisor (tomorrow), collect The Girl's present from a town forty minutes' drive away and get my hair done and drive another hour to Sheffield to meet people at the possible new uni (all on Wednesday), go to a conference and pick up a van and go back to the dressmaker for final alterations (Thursday), drive to Oxford and have the civil partnership registration and get my nails done and have dinner with both my family and The Girl's, together (Friday). Then we'll think about Saturday. I need a drink.
Does it help to say this is all normal, and it will all be good?
Does it help to say this is all normal, and it will all be good?
Heh. A bit. Mainly focusing on praying for no rain.
Heh. A bit. Mainly focusing on praying for no rain.
No rain! No rain!
I don't actually remember much of my wedding. I'm told it was a beautiful, memorable one, but I was too busy to enjoy it.
Have your drink, and don't worry too much about Saturday: one of the best-kept secrets is that it's one of those days where things actively conspire to make you happy.
one of the best-kept secrets is that it's one of those days where things actively conspire to make you happy.
That is beautiful.
Oy. Every wedding planner should have that tattoo visible to everyone.
Reminds me of when my friend's midwife calmly reminded her, "Your body knows what to do."
Funny how we forget those fundamental truths when external stress forces loom. (Well, with birth it is definitely an internal stress force...but, I'm sure you know what I mean.)