Mother’s Day vs Father’s Day
The morning breakfast –
Mum:
Kids wake you up at the crack of dawn. After much shoving,
moaning & duvet hogging dad says “Let’s give mum a lie in.” He kisses you
and you smile sighing deeply and spreading out in the bed. They all trundle
downstairs. Few minutes later you hear cupboard doors banging and yells. “Where
does mum keep the small saucepan?” Followed by “Quick sign this card. Where’s a
biro?”
Eventually peace
resumes until the smoke alarm goes off startling you. “Don’t worry just burnt
the toast.” A yell up the stairs announces. A few minutes later the door bursts
open. A lovely breakfast is presented to you. You appreciate the gesture but
would have preferred another hour’s sleep. The kids drink most of your juice,
eat half your toast but you smile lovingly as a bunch flowers are offered, your
youngest gives you a beautiful card they made a school and your partner gives
you a hastily wrapped package which is a CD of a group you only vaguely
recognise.
Dad:
Kids wake you up at the crack of dawn. You quietly and
quickly shoo them downstairs. Your partner barely notices. You give the kids
some cereal, have a quick shower, nip out quickly to buy a newspaper and then
make a proper breakfast. You take it upstairs were your partner enjoys the peace,
paper and food and kids remain downstairs watching the telly. The present you
bought is a new pair of trainers he’s been looking at for weeks.
The Day-
Mum:
Later you go to visit your own mum taking the youngest child
with you. You partner gives his mum a brief call and then settles in front of
the football. On the way you detour to get some flowers, a little bit of
shopping and petrol. You tell your partner you’ll be back by 5 and then you can
all go to your favourite restaurant for dinner. You don’t see his panicked face
as you leave. At your mum’s you end up making lunch, doing the dishes and
having a lovely chat.
Dad:
Later you go to visit your own dad taking all the children
with you. You end up going to the retail park as the eldest suddenly announces
he needs new football boots. Your partner is at home watching the football. He’s
had a brief chat with his dad which mainly consisted of the football scores and
an accumulator bet. You ring his favourite restaurant to double check the
booking for this evening. At your dad’s you make lunch, go for a walk with the
dog and have a nice catch up.
The Evening-
Mum:
You get home feeling tired and flop on the sofa. Your
partner makes you a cup of tea and sighs. He’s forgotten to book the restaurant
and they are not reserving anymore tables. Inwardly you seethe but outwardly
say a takeaway will be fine. After a lengthy family discussion you settle on
Pizza which is your least favourite. On the plus side your partner did remember
your favourite wine although you suspect he popped out to get it earlier and no
one has to drive. After pizza and wine you fall asleep on the sofa.
Dad:
You get home feeling tired and flop on the sofa. You offer
your partner a cup of coffee. After a brief rest you all get ready and leave
for dinner. Your partner is thrilled you got a table has several beers whilst
you sip coke being the designated driver. Once home your partner kisses you, thanks
you for a wonderful day and falls asleep on the sofa.
A few days later -
Your partner has booked your favourite restaurant as a
surprise and you are genuinely touched. You have a lovely time especially as
it’s not that busy. At home you sort out the washing and your partner puts the kids to bed before
getting you a drink and you settle down to watch your favourite programme.
Emma xxx
