Is it un-American to hate Mother's Day?

And, I just can't apologize for it. It's one of those holidays that just makes me feel awkward. All of the sudden, my kids want to buy me things and my husband wants to clean up the house for me. Trust me both those scenarios are scary.

Who wants a 5 year old picking out a shirt for you to wear? Seriously. It's going to end up being girly pink with lots of lace, sparkles and ribbons, and I'm going to have to wear it and ooh and aah over it. Or, I shudder to think, what if they pick out shoes or jewelry or a hair ribbon? All of them sound equally horrific, and like a good mommy, I'll have to say that I love it, and I'll have to wear it to church and other mom's will look at me and smile. And their smile will have that well worn 'I've had to do it too' look.

And then the whole thing with my husband cleaning the house for me. Please, don't! And just in case you think I'm sounding ungrateful, last time he did this (which was last mother's day) it took me 3 weeks to find the plastic wrap and a month before the can opener turned up. Of course, did I complain about this? No. Because he is being so romantic. I mean, what girl doesn't want her husband to clean the house? But I guess maybe I'm just too picky. I want him to clean the house ALL the time, not just once a year. If he cleaned the house ALL the time, then he'd know that the plastic wrap was in the top drawer; he'd know that whites get washed in hot water not cold; he'd know that the vacuum cleaner was behind the curtain, and that the bucket in the closet was for washing the car not the floor.

Now, before you get me totally wrong, I'm all for a romantic holiday. I'd suggest going to the beach for the day except that I'd have to pack us all into the car. I don't dare leave it to the hubby because then we'd end up with bare minnimums like one diaper for the baby and half a diaper wipe, one bottle of water, one towel, a blanket, and ooops, I forgot my wallet. Of course, we could try a picnic lunch, but I have a feeling lunch would be a block of cheddar cheese, goldfish crackers and a couple of apples. What about a Mother's Day brunch? McDonalds, anyone? So, I'm back to letting the kids buy me something and my husband cleaning the house. So, I'm un-American and wish I could hide in my closet until it's all over.