Happy Mother's Day to All My Bitches

I hope you're having a grand day that doesn't involve having to actually parent any of your children! 

(Thank you, someecards.com, for caring enough to create the perfect cards for our snarky society.)

This one pretty much sums up how parenting has been going lately in our house.

And this one represents how Mother's Day looked to be shaping up yesterday when my husband actually said, "So, I was thinking that when my office moves to Lafayette [which will make his commute  10-20 minutes longer each way —Ed.], we should trade in your minivan to get a smaller hybrid. I can drive it into work and use it for the occasional pick-ups and drop-offs at the kids' schools. Since you'll be driving less, you can start driving my pick-up truck when you need a car."

I looked at him incredulously and said, "So, let me get this straight: YOU are going to trade in MY car to get a new hybrid. And I get YOUR sloppy seconds pick-up truck. In what world, no, dimension, did you think that this was going to sound like a good idea to me?"

His response, "Admittedly, that sounded a lot better in my head than it did actually saying it..." 

Because every woman wants to hear on Mother's Day Eve, "Honey, guess what! We're trading in your car, so I can get a new one!! Don't worry, you can have my old one." :) 

Yep, that pretty much sums up my Mother's Day. Which leads me to this last card: