Happy Mothers Day to most of World*

But actually not here in Argentina.  We get to celebrate it in October again.  But as my husband likes to say, “Everyday is Mothers Day in Argentina….” How the fuck would he know? He is in Patagonia flying around on someones private jet and fishing at someones private fishing lodge as we speak. 

This morning I was greeted by my five year old daughter Georgie and a plastic plate with a cup of juice (actually served in a baby bottle without the top) and a yogurt, in its original plastic container, without a spoon.  Reminiscent of breakfast room service at the Four Seasons.  Nothing says I love you like breakfast served in bed and I did get some cute heartfelt cards from the three youngest. 

 The oldest who is 12, presented me with nothing, zero, zilch.  Just a handful of attitude which he doles out everyday of the year, not just holidays. I didn’t take it personally as he is suppose to hate me at this point in his life.  It just makes me a little sad. Those days of cuddling and sweet talk are over.  And what an ingrate..he was by far the most difficult birth, 5 hours of back labor and no drugs.  Served him right that he came out with a cone head.  This morning when I explained that he owed me at least a kiss or hug for all the pain and hard work on his behalf he balked and seemed disgusted by me and the suggestion.  It just gets easier and easier to humiliate and shame him…Never knew being a mom could be so much sinister fun.  Cant wait until he brings home a girlfriend!


About Elizabeth

Wife and mother of four. This blog is personal, political and hopefully relevant with a sense of humor. I got to have a sense of humor with the tough crowd I deal with everyday, and they cant even vote, drink or drive.

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