Mother’s Day

I guess the card makers needed days like this, Mothers and Fathers and Grandparents days. They are well and good in their own devices, personally setting aside one day of the year to acknowledge all their hard work for a life time doesn’t cut it for me. Maybe it doesn’t hurt to do a small pat on the back every once in a while, but you don’t need a card to do that.
My Mom is a wonderful person, she’s caring and giving and smart, and she raised four rowdy kids and still has her sanity. Taught us the best she knew how to care and respect for others, she married to what you would think a decent man. (I go no farther on this subject).
Many times I’ve chimed on about how she raised four brats and taught school or nursed and was able to keep the family together. Hell, I have a hard enough time getting up in the mornings and making breakfast and she does all this plus some.
Last Mothers Day Lori and I did a few odds and ends for her, this year Lori and Mom spent the day at a spa doing girl things. Lori came to church sporting new fingernail polish and toe nails and what ever else they do. She giggled about the mud masks she and Mom wore how the lady rubbed their feet with stinky oils. If anything my Mom enjoyed spending some girl time with her little baby. I didn’t really do anything for her yet, that comes later.
Next weekend we plan on visiting Luke and Julie and the two brats. Mom really wanted to visit Julie for a while now and see how she’s getting along. Besides, they need a little help moving some items out of their old house. He also wanted me to take measurements for the lot and soil samples since he is hiring me to landscape for them.
Jacks is going to run over to see her as well, which will make Mom and Lori happy, the last time they saw each other wasn’t on the best of terms. He is going to look at Luke’s new house plans and do a few modifications for them. He and I spoke a while this morning, he was all out of sorts and blames it on a being Monday. After 10 minutes of me pestering him, he spilled his guts to me and I can see why he is in this mood. I suggested a nice long break from the problems at hand and sorting them out, instead of flipping out on everyone. Then tell them all to go straight to hell.
Today for me will be interesting; I plan on having the picky lady from the country club give me some ideas of what she envisions from us.