Mother’s Day Eve

Ah, Mother’s Day Eve.  Everything is possible tonight.

Luka and Alex are sound asleep, tucked away early in preparation for the morning. I sit here alone, enjoying the quiet of the evening.

Little frog boots grin at me from the mat on the floor.  The toy piano stands silent,the little plastic kitchen stands proudly displaying it’s gadgets.  There is a joyful spirit in the air!

Everything and everyone in this house waits in anticipation of tomorrow, Mother’s Day, when they will celebrate me and my motheryness.

I will be thanked and loved and spoiled.  My load will be lifted, my burdens carried, if for only one glorious day…

But THIS is what will really happen-

Because all I asked for for Mother’s Day is the luxury of staying asleep when Luka wakes up, he’ll no doubt stay down until like 10:00 o’clock or something unfathomable like that, totally ruining the joy I’d planned to take in Alex’s groggy misery, and deeply embittering me.

Then, although I do know that Luka is not being menaced by a pack of wild dogs, I’ll begin to twitch with anxiety if his father takes more than forty-eight seconds to get out of the bed and go to him. Then I’ll freak out when he stops in the bathroom to first brush his teeth.

Now, good and wide awake, I’ll cringe when Luka most likely starts to fuss as they pass our bedroom door on their way downstairs.  Very accustomed to his mornings with mama, he’ll not take too well to not seeing me.

I’ll give up on sleep and grab my computer, at least I can just lounge and read in peace.

But really I’ll listen to all the goings on downstairs and shout instructions every couple of minutes.

Alex, aware that I’m awake because I keep shouting at him, will call up questions to me every so often.  I’ll yell something like, ” Are you kidding me right now?  I’m sleeping! “.

Soon I’ll just stomp downstairs.

We’ll go have breakfast and brunch and lunch and whatnot, and eventually this conversation will happen:

Me:  ” Didn’t you get me any flowers?”

Him:  ” You said you didn’t want anything but to sleep in.”

Me:  ” I know, that is all I wanted, but my god, it’s Mother’s Day, you could have at least picked out a card!”

Him:  ” You hate cards!”

Me:  ” SO WHAT?  It’s Mother’s Day!”  Don’t you care about everything I do for this family? Don’t you think I’m a good mother?”

Him: ” Arrgh!  I hate these holidays.  I’m so confused, you said you didn’t want anything but  to stay in bed all morning!”

Me:  ” Yeah, and THAT didn’t happen!”

Him:  ” Because you wouldn’t stop YELLING at everybody!”

Me:  ” Well, it’s Mother’s Day and on Mother’s Day you get to yell a lot!”

Him: ” Huh?”

And on it will go until bedtime, when this conversation might happen:

Me: ” Would it have killed you to snap a picture of me and Luka today? You never take my picture.  You know, if I get hit by a bus you’ll literally have no way to remember what I look liked- or is that your plan? ”

Him: ” You’re a true idiot.  That’s it.  I refuse to celebrate anymore holidays, they make you crazy. ”

Me: ” You’re crazy.”

Him: ” Goodnight.”

Me: ” Goodnight. ”

Or something like that, but for tonight, everything is possible and tomorrow will be a glorious day.







Heather Bogolyubova

About Heather Bogolyubova

Heather Bogolyubova has an un-pronouncable last name. A Maine native, she's returned to the Pine Tree state after several years in New York. Now, she's a newlywed, has a new baby, a new job, and lots of fancy shoes she can never wear in the snow. The job: Stay-at- home mother and wife. Its hard. She's going to tell you all.