May is always a hectic month for us: Mother’s Day, birthdays, and end of the school year stuff all come at us in a matter of weeks. And this year, we’ve added moving to that list. Huzzah! The other day, the husband was stressing about our May calendar of events, in particular the fast approach of Mother’s Day, and I decided to do everyone a favor and play the Low Maintenance Mommy card (This is not my natural state. I’ve been known to say things like, “I need crushed ice, not cubed!”) But Mother’s Day is no biggie to me, and something I certainly don’t want anyone stressing about. So we had this conversation:
“You know what I’d really like for Mother’s Day, guys?” I say. “I’d like the kiddo to draw a special picture just for me.”
“I’m going to draw you a picture of poop and farts,” she says.
“Maybe you can draw something a little more Mother’s Day-ish…” I say.
“OK. I’ll draw you a picture of a unicorn….pooping.”
“Can it at least poop rainbows?” I ask.
She considers this for a good while.
I ask for too much, guys. I ask for too much.