Happy Mother's Day

You know what this age of social media brings? It's real outpourings of emotion. Someone dies, it's "Vale this guy!" "Vale that guy!" Mother's Day come around it's all, "Happy Mother's Day to my greatest inspiration!" Well I love my mum and everything but I'm sure as hell not about to post anything like that anywhere. And if I'm honest, yesterday I really thought about myself. Not how hard it is to be a mother and isn't it great that there's this one day to celebrate it, but more about how my kids are so adorable and being their mother is so nice. I guess more than thinking about me I was really thinking about them. They're so cute. Which I guess, despite what I said in Thursday's post, is why people keep having babies.

But maybe I should think more about my mum. I guess I'm doing this mother's day thing wrong. I mean she came out to Australia as a teenager, spoke basically no English, had to go to high school, went to uni, became a doctor. Bought nicer houses than I'll ever live in again, raised three reasonably well functioning, nice children, has been married to one guy for nearly 50 years, she's done alright.

As for me, I guess I have too. As I said to Russeth yesterday morning, not much special happened for me to celebrate MD morning. LB went out to get me a coffee, but he does that pretty regularly. And really, isn't that better? To have a fella who goes out in the morning especially to buy you  coffee. That is pretty special, isn't it!? Better than just getting that one day a year.

Look, I don't know what the meaning of mother's day is, I just know I want a coffee.

Mother's Day (PM)

Mother's Day was not a big deal growing up in my house either. Sometimes we get our mum a present. Sometimes we don't. As grown ups we usually see her at least. Yesterday we went over and had a delicious lunch and played on Chickpea's new virtual reality headset so all in all we had a pretty great day. 

That's what Mother's Day is good for. I'll take any occasion to eat good food, spend time with loved ones and, ideally, ignore them while engaging in some VR. 

Likewise in my own home, Mother's Day, it's just a day. Oh, sure sometimes I might ask LB to go get me a coffee because it's Mother's Day, but he often does that anyway so it's really just a joke. Now that Baby is nearly 6 though he's well into Mother's Day. I guess they impress it upon him at school. It's pretty effing cute so I totally plan to enjoy it while it lasts. 

Yesterday he gave me a beautiful card with my portrait* on it and a message and a million exes and ohs. And he was super disappointed when he woke up to realise I was already up and making porridge and he couldn't give me breakfast in bed. He has this new found love for giving me breakfast in bed. He'll make a jam sandwich (the only thing he can make) and put it on a plate with a piece of fruit and wake me up with it. And although I'd rather be sleeping, this is a pretty effing sweet way to be woken up. Anyway, yesterday I told him porridge wasn't really in-bed food so he put all the couch cushions on the floor to make a bed and we ate porridge there. So, although I agree that Mother's Day is a bunch of bullshit, it's pretty flipping cute.

*Ok, guys, now I know K and I have always been really careful not to show our faces on this blog, but I think it's time for the big reveal. Ready?!?!

What only a mother could love

Did your mother really say those things? The horny dogs? The Benjamins? I can hardly believe it!!

And I think there is nothing wrong with you accepting happy Mother's Day wishes. You are not Jesus, but I bet you accept Merry Christmas wishes. They are just wishing you a happy day. What's wrong with that.

Mother's Day in Melbourne was miserable. It poured rain. But we managed to bring some brightness to our day.

Chickpea, Russeth and I painted a triptych for Mum. This lead to quite a hilarious declaration from her, but I'll get to that.

So Chickers decided we should paint this fluoro triptych. One picture each obviously. She had a couple of ideas for the theme:

1. Draw a creature across the three canvases. So one of us draws a head, another the body, the other the legs. Hilarity! We tried this on paper. Hilarity. We dismissed the idea.

2. Each of us draws a picture of ourselves emerging from our mother. Our births. Dismissed.

Then Russeth suggested Polish landscapes. We researched this on the Google and found some nice landscapes. The idea eventually developed into paintings to represent phases of her life.

Here's a guy that needs no introduction:



And if you don't recognise this as Carlton in the '60s there is clearly something wrong with you.


Cocktail in Elsternwick, anyone?


Mum LOVED them. On Sunday night I saw her looking at the three paintings.



That's when she said that funny thing I mentioned earlier, "They are like Howard Arkley paintings." HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh mum, you really do love us.