So, how was everybody's day?

[TOhioLiberal]

I got up about 10ish. My older son and his girlfriend gave me a Mother's day card and a dozen carnations (my favorite flower). They then proceeded to go out and do the yardwork I've been putting off all weekend. My younger son and his wife came over in the afternoon. Gave me a Mother's day card, candle and some yummy smelling bodywash.

I had Chinese for supper.

So how was your day?

[femmocrat]

1. We had a really nice Mother's Day. Thanks for asking.

In fact, it was a really nice Mother's Day weekend, since I saw one son yesterday and the other one today. (Cool kid... got me Greg Palast's book!) I spent most of the day with my mom today.

[Lilith Velkor]

2. Quiet

Spent the morning with l'homme du jour, then we caught a Buster Keaton double feature with a live organist. Took Mom out for Chinese supper tonight.

The weather was lovely here on the east coast.

[MLFerrell]

3. I woke up, had sex with the girlfriend, watched some assigned Holocaust movies...

Made steak burritos for lunch, watered my garden, washed dishes (though not all of them :( ), talked to my brother and found out that he's going to Iraq a week ahead of schedule, called my mother and grandmother to wish them a happy Mother's Day, and started drinking vodka and lemonade about an hour and a half ago. I think I'm going to kill the bottle tonight... It's been an activity-packed day, in comparison to my usual.

Why didn't I frequent the Lounge until today? This place is great!

[Generic Brad]

4. Took a nature walk with the family

We wandered around a state park and looked at the wildflowers. Anything to make the missus happy on her day.

[MLFerrell]

5. Kick...

So that others might share their daily goings-on.

[Skittles]

6. woke up at 5 PM, went to work

same as every Sunday

[mike_c]

7. farted around in the AM, did some chores, then spent all afternoon...

...grading genetics problems. Don't ask. I hate grading with a passion. Dinner with dear friends-- that was very nice-- I just got home.

[Nicole]

8. Too much food.

The kids couldn't coordinate their schedules so I celebrated mother's day twice. :woohoo:

Went to lunch with the boy who gave me a spa gift certificate for a massage.

Went to dinner with the girl who gave me a scrapbook she made & a donation in my name to the food bank I volunteer at.

I napped in between the meals. I should have went for a LONG walk instead. Tomorrow I drink water & eat lettuce. :rofl:

[Connonym]

9. I installed a new garbage disposal for my mom

got my debit card eaten by the ATM machine, my kidlets gave me really cool handmade bookmark and a big box of Gobstopper candy. I went to bed early and now here I am at 2:30 AM unable to sleep :-/

It was actually a pretty pleasant day all in all though

[Orsino]

10. Went to a Baptist church service w/ my MIL.

Urgh. More than an hour-and-a-half long, featuring preaching against the evil of abortion ('cause that's so appropriate to Mother's Day). My Democratic MIL doesn't agree with everything this preacher says (a recent Sunday saw him pontificate against "global whining"), but her old friends attend there, and they have wonderful senior programs. She's even going along on their summer outing to rebuild a church in New Orleans. Most of the music was nice (local Christian rock band led much of it), and there was a frankly beautiful moment in which a man came forward with some family members to get saved.

Then Mexican for lunch, a nap, and a long conversation with my Mom, who sounds in wonderful health.

[Dervill Crow]

11. Oh, geez, you don't want to know.

I wrote it all out earlier and was going to just paste it in my journal, but here is the worst of it. I need some sympathy.

This is actually part of a Myspace.com survey that I started filling out and could not possibly share with anyone who actually knows me or my family.

4. Honestly, what did you do today? Coughed. Sneezed. Played on the internets. Expected kids at 3. They showed up at 1:30, so I LEAPED into action, got showered, blow-dried, and made up. Argued with husband about where to go to dinner. I have a $25 gift certificate to a vegan restaurant, and I'm a vegetarian. He tried a bite at that restaurant and didn't like it. Well, turns out kids didn't want to go to dinner either. Okay, so I figure I'll just eat Boca burgers again. Went to garage sales with kids. Got in biggest fight with husband EVAH. Bedroom door demolished, knocked off hinges. Bloody knuckles. I MADE him do it. Whatever. What precipitated this: He said, "I'm going to bed. You need to pick up your purse off the floor. I picked it up, but yoooouuuuu need to not leave it on the floor." Me: "I didn't leave it on the floor." He: "Yes, you did. It was on the floor. I picked it up." Me: "Did you see me put it on the floor?" He: "Yooouuuuu (jiggling head back and forth like Jay Leno) left it on the floor. IIIIIIII (still jiggling head back and forth like Jay Leno) picked it up. The strap was all tangled up in the footstool and people were tripping over it!" Ummm, what people? He was the only one in the room. Sons had gone somewhere. Me (following him into bedroom): "Don't tell me what I did or didn't do unless you know I did it. I was sitting in the dining room and Son #1 went and got my purse and was looking for matches and put my purse on the floor." He, screaming: "You can't just say thank you for picking up my purse, you had to just make a big deal out of it!" All 6'7" of him blows by me and gets the dreaded purse and throws it back on the floor in the front room. I attempt to tell him . . . I don't know what. SLAM went the door in my face. Big bangs. Door starts bending. Pieces of door hit the floor. Bigger pieces of door hit the floor. He: "You just haaaad to get in my face. You made me break my f*cking door!" .... Stomps back into bedroom. More pieces of door hit the floor, and BIG hole appears. He: "Ah, F*CK, SH*T, YOU MADE ME BREAK MY F*CKING HAND!!!" At this point I am scared sh*tless but want to laugh because that is a line straight out of a Laurel & Hardy movie. He goes out in the garage and gets a screwdriver, which I am thinking he is probably fixinta use as a weapon on me. He removes what is left of the door from the hinges, stomps out and THROWS the door into the garage. He then proceeds to stomp into the kitchen and tears into first-aid kits, which have been depleted by sons. "Where's a f*cking Band-Aid?" Me (very, very timidly): "I have some in my purse." This would be another cue for canned laughter in a sitcom, but this is Real Life. I go in the front room and get my purse off the floor and dig out Band-Aids for him and throw them to him from a safe distance. He throws wrappers on floor. Phone rings and I go outside to talk to Lori. He gets broom, sweeps tiny pieces of door into pile.

I talk with daughter #2 until son #1 and son #2 drive up, then I sneak back into house. Rented movie with Julianne Moore and Michael Caine and some other dude I don't know. It was really good, but I had to watch the first half hour three times and turn on the closed captioning because my concentration was poor and my ears are plugged up. Husband stomps out. I cleaned up the house a bit. Did some laundry. Made coffee and am drinking Irish coffee now. It is now 4:40 and I am trying to decide what to do about morning. I am supposed to be at work at 8:30. I don't want to go to work, and I don't want to stay home. Husband will be home from work at 7:30 or 8 a.m.

So that was my day. The really awful thing about it is that we've been married 33 years and this is only the second or third time we've ever had a fight like this. He is the sweetest, most gentle man I know, but he is a complete jerk about having to be right all the time, and today I was not having it. I hate Mother's Day. My mom died 20 years and 3 weeks ago, and her birthday was May 7, so it's not a great time of year for me.