Sneaking Up on Me

'Flowers' brought to me by Noah.


Did you know it's Mother's Day in 2 days? I knew, or I did on one level of my brain. That level that made plans for dinner with my family, and forced reminded my husband to call his mom.  But, I was thinking just yesterday about how I could write some posts about the women in my life- my mom, sisters, sisters-in-law, and wouldn't that be a nice gift for them?

Then I realized that I don't have time.  (That's a first. hehe)

I already have a Mother's Day post. I wrote an essay for nienie's 'Motherhood is..." contest. (I didn't win, surprise!)  But, the good part is I already have it written. I'll post it Sunday.

Today I was in the store and saw the cards and the enormous display of flowers and I thought of my kids.  You know how kids are. They want to give you something for Mother's Day. They make you those cute cards with handprints on them, and maybe a magnet or a pencil holder (because really, I have no place for my pencils).  But, every year it seems we never have money around Mother's Day. It's always something. (Like maybe a $600 car repair the week before.)  Then, as I got in my car to go home, I got an idea that was spurred by the very messy state of my very expensively repaired car.

I came home and made a list for my kids of things they can do as a present for me.  Because service is a great gift. Truly. And it's cheap. Here's my list-



Mom’s Mother’s Day Wish List
·       Clean out my car-
*all junk and garbage
*vacuum
*wipe down dashboard
*windows, inside and out
·       Mop the kitchen floor –under table and to the front door
·       Mop in front of doors in TV room
·       Wash walls
·       Clean YOUR room
·       Weed-wack behind back fence
·       Clean bathrooms


You might think this is a ploy to get my kids to clean without whining. You'd be right. But, what better gift could I get than a clean house/car and less whining?  Sounds perfect.  (You are totally welcome to borrow my idea. Wouldn't you like a clean house not cleaned by you?)
Here's hoping you get whatever it is you want for Mother's Day. 


Comments

  1. JudyMay 11, 2012 at 11:12 AM

    That's exactly what I told my grown children (who are all livign with us at the moment) that I wanted - - clean the house!!!!! especially the bathroom!! Don't spend money on me (well, maybe chocolate). Just clean clean clean and then clean some more!

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  2. Larissa T.May 11, 2012 at 4:15 PM

    Going to go clean now ... bye!

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  3. TangledLouMay 11, 2012 at 5:58 PM

    They just don't sell Mother's Day cards that say "Because of all you do, Mom, I am going to weed-whack behind the back fence!" They should, though. I think the words "weed-whack" need to be on every greeting card from now on.
    Happy Mother's Day to you, Jewels. You are a jewel indeed.

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    1. Julie DeMilleMay 12, 2012 at 2:13 PM

      I'd buy a card with the words weed-whack on it!
      Happy Mother's Day to you, too!

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  4. Sleepy JoeMay 14, 2012 at 3:06 PM

    Happy Mothers Day (sorry it's a little late). Back in March for Mothers Day, on this side of the pond, my request was for a lie in and breakfast in bed (which I got) indeed it is the simple things in life :-)

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  5. Masked MomMay 15, 2012 at 7:26 AM

    I support this ploy one hundred percent. How did it go? ;)

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