Mother's Day

Mother's Day has always been hit or miss here.  Some years I drop hints and guilt trips.  Some years I say nothing and wait to see what (if anything) happens.  Some years my menfolk spoil me.  Some years hubby thinks 'You're not MY mom,' and leaves it up to the boys.  So yeah, I never know what to expect.

This year though, hubby was up early and asked me where I wanted to go for breakfast.

"I think you know," said I.  And off we went . . .

We went to IHOP for breakfast.  Yay!  We don't go there a lot, but we have been going more and more in the last year or so.  This time, there was no waiting when we got there but it was quite packed.  We were put at a tiny little table that I suspect is one of their 'only use this when the place is full' spots because it was TINY and it was in a bit of an awkard spot.  But that was fine.  Well, until it started taking forever for anyone to even come to offer us drinks and then another eternity before our order was taken, and then several more eons before the food finally arrived.  By then the place was jumping.  People coming and going and crammed in everywhere, talking loud and getting louder.  Now, I know IHOP is not a fine dining experience but I still tend to think it would be nice for people to use their 'indoor' voices.  Nope, not here on Mother's Day morning.  I got soooo sick of hearing the woman a couple tables over rant endlessly about how she will never text, how she is not a texter, how she thinks texting is rude, how she will not answer or acknowledge you if you send her a text.  I sooooo wanted to send her a text telling her to 'Shut the f*** up!'

Still, it was nice to go out for breakfast.  And by the time we left the whole waiting area was packed and there was a line out the door and out to the parking lot.  Really?  IHOP is nice and all, but I don't think I'd wait in line THAT long to eat there.

We stopped at Steins garden center to get a few things, then headed home.

One my desk when we got home was a small box with two packs of tarts inside.  This was a gift from Ty, and we all laughed because I'd left so many hints about how the Walmart tarts were cheap and easy to get, and wouldn't they make a wonderful Mother's Day gift?  Although I did give the poor boy some crap for only getting two packs . . . "Seriously, Ty?  They're only two dollars each, and you could only get two?" . . . I was very happy to have gotten them.  (Casey got me nothing, by the way.  Bad child.  Bad.)

These tarts are both from the Scentsationals Mother's Day line.  The blue one is called My Mom Is Super Cool, and is described as 'Sea salt, driftwood, and a cool breeze.'  It's a nice scent, not one I'd normally choose, sort of sweet with very very slight salty and musky hints.  It does remind me of outdoors, more the way 'green' scents do, and not like florals.  The green tart is called My Mom Is The World's Best Chef and is described as 'Baked apple and pastry - just like Mom's kitchen!'  I had sniffed this one in the store a couple of times but hadn't bought it because apple scents tend to make me think of fall and I don't want those types of thoughts in spring.  You do get the apple scent, and some soft spicy notes, but there is enough of the pastry scent to move it from fruity to bakery.  I love this one, but I *will* wait until fall to melt it.

Later in the day I went to visit my mom while hubby went to visit his.  The boys were anti-social and stayed home.  I gave my mom a red daisies plant and a Green Bay Packers sun catcher.  She had actually picked out the sun catcher a while ago and said to order it for her.  So I did, and then just paid for it and held onto it until Mother's Day, by which time she'd forgotten all about it.  LOL  A couple of my brothers had already been to visit her, and she now had the new TV and stand we'd all chipped in to buy for her.  She was quite happy about that, and said she'd been so frustrated with her old TV and was going to put on layaway next time she got to town, so my brother had to spill the beans and hurry to get this one to her.  Doh!  Oh well, it all worked out.

My Mother's Day was pleasant enough.  I hope yours was too!