Okay hear me out.
I had a moment last week. The kind of moment that creeps up on you while you’re loading the dishwasher and contemplating whether you can get away with hiding your snacks from your kids.
I caught myself saying out loud, “This year I’m gonna do something nice for me.”
Then I stopped. And I really sat with that while I was in HomeGoods staring at the mother’s day items.
Because how many times have I said “I should really treat myself” and then bought a gift card for somebody else’s mama at CVS?
Listen. The Mother’s Day script is wild when you really think about it.
We wake up. We make sure everybody else’s mama gets called. We post the slideshow. We coordinate the brunch reservation that we are going to. We pick out the card for our mom. We smile at the bath bomb set and pretend it’s exactly what we wanted.
And then by 9pm we are on the couch with our phones face-down, asking the ceiling if anybody actually saw US today.
Just me?
