An open letter to children and other halves everywhere as we approach Mother’s Day. (I speak on behalf of all mums of course, self-appointing).
My Lovelies,
We adore receiving your Mother’s Day craft and gifts. Your drawings (sometimes just a single crayon’s diagonal line running off the page and usually onto the couch, or a card with an affectionate black pipe-cleaner stuck on the front, or for teenagers – a card reading To Mum, From Jake) will always occupy pride of place on the fridge. But this year, I would like to request something in addition to your obviously thought-filled masterpieces…
Some background: Mummy is tired. Mummy wants peace. Mummy wants things that will solve real-life problems to make her life easier. Mummy wants to have a Sunday where she doesn’t have to wear yesterday’s bra turned inside out because she’s run out of time to do the washing because she spent the whole morning trying to unclog the toilet of your football socks, because you thought by flushing them, you wouldn’t have to go to training on Monday morning. So, here is what mummy would like for this Mother’s Day. It doesn’t involve flowers or gifts. It’s all very simple, I promise…
Please let mummy sleep in.
This means: I would like to wake up and not have to turn the lights on to see.
This does not mean: Waiting outside mummy’s door whispering, “I saw her foot move – she’s awake!” Nor does it mean peeling back my eyelids to see if I’m ‘still sleeping’.
Please bring mummy breakfast in bed.
This means: Going to our really clever Westinghouse FlexSpaceTM fridge, getting milk, putting it in cereal, putting some ice-cubes in some orange juice and bringing them both to me. Followed by lots of lazy Sunday morning cuddles and kisses.