Happy BirthMothersDay

True to form, I am late in posting this, by one day (or two depending on how you see it).

I realized around 11:30 p.m. Sunday night that I didn’t mention Mother’s Day on my blog. Where I mostly write about being a mom and most of my readers are moms.

Yeah. I figured that the wooden tits should say it all.

But in case it wasn’t enough:

Happy belated Mother’s Day to you all!

Really though, when you read this, you’ll understand why I sort of forgot it was Mother’s Day.

A. I’ve never been good at remembering holidays. Growing up, we knew it must be some sort of holiday if there was one of those gross lard-based grocery store cakes sitting on the dining room table.

My family goes through the motions when it comes to holidays, but that’s about it.

Birthdays were about the same. Because of the mostly bad or non-existent birthday memories, I’m determined to make sure Annika always has a good birthday celebration.

And B. Yesterday was her actual birthday, but Toyin and I took her to Port Aransas for the weekend to play in the sand and splash in the salt water.

We had a blast.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, Annika’s birthday will always take precedence over Mother’s Day.

And that is just fine with me.