Sunday, May 11, 2008


A while back the Yarn Harlot had a post about the feeling of empowerment that the word Stet gives a writer, and later on it evolved into a statement about a knitter's right to work on the projects she darn well chooses. I liked the word. I thought it was appropriate.

Today I was talking to my Dad on the phone, and he was asking me how my Mother's Day was going. I laughed. "Mother's Day? Well, so far I've done laundry, cooked 3 meals, and ironed 8 shirts. I think today's post is going to be titled Day of Rest My Arse." Without missing a beat, my Dad says "DORMA!". And I liked it. Just think how efficient it would be to sum up the day's events with that word! Hey Dear, how was your day? DORMA.

When I'm working full time, Sundays are absolute killers. I actually look forward to going to work the next day so I can recover. I get home pretty late (around 6:00 PM), so I've got to make all the meals ahead of time (you guessed it, on Sunday!). Plus the laundry that's still left to fold and put away, plus the ironing, plus the taking care of the kids, plus life. It's pretty exhausting. So this is what I did today:
Baked 3 chicken pot pies, 1 spinach pie (a recipe I got on Knitspot!), 1 salmon loaf, one batch of Beefy Carrots (an old family recipe that's really embarrassing, but that Émilie positively loves), one batch of Sicilian style linguine sauce, and in the back there is a batch of Filet of Sole Mornay with a trio of vegetables for Maxime. I also:
Folded 3 loads of laundry and ironed 8 shirts (2 of which were mine).

DORMA indeed. As I was saying to my Dad, I think that Mother's Day was invented by men who, after being fed and clothed and taken care of their entire lives by their mothers, proceeded to leave and never call or visit, then came up with this Mothers' Day deal so they could alleviate an entire year's worth of guilt with a dinky card and a wilting bouquet of flowers.

If I sound bitter, I am. (What episode of Buffy is that from???)

Seriously, for all you wannabe mothers out there, this is what Mothers' Day is really like. Just like any other day, except you have less time to get everything you need done accomplished, because you've got to set time aside to be "pampered".

Still, I did get some nice stuff from the kids (Dad helped).

A beautiful art project made by Émilie, as well as a potted plant from both the kids. Daddy was planning on taking me to Ikea to pick out a new bookcase for myself, but I just couldn't bare going there today (not with everything I already had to do), so I asked him if I could pick out a perfume for myself this week and give him the bill instead.

So if you happen to notice a nice-smelling woman snoring into her keyboard this week, that'd be me.

Happy Mothers' Day everyone!


Caroline said...

Happy mother's day (belated!). I don't think I'll ever be able to be a mom.

Oh and all your food looks yummy.

Anonymous said...

Brutal. Simply a brutal sounding day. But certainly nice prezzies from the little ones.
And additionally - mmmmmm. Your prepped meals look awesome. Clearly planning meals more than an hour or so in advance has a lot to recommend it.
DORMA. Hehehe.


Sereknitty said...

Oh my ... so not like the Hallmark commercials on tv, eh? While home cooking is always the best (and yours look yummy), when you're crunched for time, M&M's and Costco have some great 'mom savers'. Also, when I was working fulltime, I used to put something together in the crockpot the night before, and put it in the fridge overnight. Plug it in, in the a.m. and when you get home, dinner is ready!