Okay, I may be alone on this one, but here goes... Mother's Day has come and gone, and yes, I'm a little late to post this rant, but give me a break! I've been so miserable, exhausted, and now I have this awful cold. Anyway, what I wanted to say around Mother's Day, and going forward is that a plant is not an acceptable Mother's Day gift. Why? OOH - let me tell you!
See that plant? I received that plant last year after a not-so-subtle hint to my husband that when he left the house he should return with a gift of flora. Well, I should have been more specific because that's what he came back from the florist with (florist, mind you... not the grocery store which would have been completely unacceptable).
He was beaming with pride at his accomplishment, but I was disappointed to say the least (and I do not have a good poker face, and I suck at lying so I'm sure my emotions were somewhat clear). Why? Because when you give a mother a gift on Mother's Day - a day that is supposed to celebrate all a mother does for her family, you don't give her MORE WORK TO DO by getting her a plant to take care of on top of everything else she has to do.
Am I being dramatic? I don't think so. I used to like plants until I had a child (a young child - maybe mothers of older children feel differently) and realized I just didn't have the energy or will to care for them too.
Hadn't said husband realized that weeks before that Mother's Day, I had purged the house of all but one of my houseplants?? Hello! Of course not. Men are completely oblivious to change (Mark usually notices changes around the house about 1-2 months after they occur, and then he says, "When did that happen? It has been like that forever!")
I mean, I don't want to sound like an ungrateful Bee-otch (oh, it's okay if I say it, but no one else better call me that...), but he seriously should have known better. Plants as gifts (in my case) should only be given if requested specifically.
To that end, I also wanted to note that with the impending baby coming, I have lost all will to plant flowers in my outside planters on the deck and on my front step. It's not that I'm a lazy person, I'm totally a psychotic Type A personality, but I remember how annoyed I was about taking care of outdoor plants when I had Leighton in June of 2011, and I just don't see the point this year. All I can envision is cursing those plants under my breath as I drag the hose across the yard to give them continued life-sustaining water.
Maybe next year I will be out of my plant funk. However, until then... no plants shall be allowed entry!
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Cyndi M. Frick
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