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Happy belated mothers day

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Yes, you guessed it, second only after valentines day, that cliche called mother's day was here yesterday, and what a disaster.

I have two gorgeous kids and the best husband in the world, yet mother's day did not make me feel appreciated at all this year, and I actually guilt tripped my husband into buying me a very expensive (although gorgeous) pair of earrings yesterday.  But I digress. Let me start at the beginning.

A week ago two things happened almost at the exact same time I told Gerhard that I want a decent pair of earrings for the occasion, and Gerhard was bitten on the bum.  We thought it was a tick and was dreading the tick bite fever that would surely follow.

I e-mailed Gerhard a pic of the dream earrings and the bite mark on the bum went from bad to worse.  So bad in fact that on Friday, I finally convinced Gerhard to go to the doctor.  Turns out it was a violin spider, poor man ended up having a small procedure done to drain the wound and ended up spending the day at home (on his bum).

Then Gerhard's mom came visiting on Saturday and we rushed home from Kindermusik resulting in no earring buying time for Gerhard.

Sadly I then woke up on Sunday morning, no card, no gift, no flowers.  Normally I would just let it slide, but I decided to hell with it.  I made him feel really bad.  Heck, the plasters from my recent c-section are still friggen on, the least the father of these two gorgeous kids can do is to get me some flowers, buy them, steal them from the neighbours for all I care...So I made these feelings known. 

In the end, we ended up looking for earrings at the Irene Village Mall, without success.  Had a disastrous lunch at Ocean Basket.  Then things took a turn for the better.  We got home, I was all emotional and teary feeling seriously undervalued as a mother, and Gerhard gave me the ultimate luxury, a 2 hour nap.  And then promptly got into his car at 3 on a Sunday afternoon, drove to the mall and got me these stunning earrings. 

I love my husband, sometimes, he just needs a little encouragement. 

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