To the stupid lazy husbands who can’t figure out Mother’s Day

I planned my own Mother’s Day this year. Weeks in advance, I told my husband all the crap I do each day, and that my Mother’s Day wish was for him to handle all that crap for one whole day. I wanted him to experience what it’s like to take care of everyone else for an entire day (without relying on TV or frozen pizzas).

I wanted this because he has, in bewildering attacks of idiocy, made comments that I “don’t work” or that I “rest more” than he does. I needed him to understand that working in the home is still work, and that caring for others all day long is exhausting. In other words, what I wanted for Mother’s Day was a little freaking validation.

And I got it. My husband knocked it out of the park, and this Mother’s Day was one of the most relaxing days of my life. (And by the way, after all he did for me and our family for Mother’s Day, my husband went to bed early. Point made.)

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