It’s Mother’s Day at last! Like all mothers across the land, I’ve been counting down the days (I improvised an advent calendar from a Dora the Explorer Behaviour Chart). Last night I could hardly sleep, what with all that Mother’s Day Eve excitement. Mother’s Day is the best!
Only kidding. I don’t mean to be rude, but the truth is, I never really consented to this day in “my” honour. Much as I appreciate the overall intent, there’s quite a lot that irritates me about the whole affair. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I thought I’d share it. Forgive me, mum-appreciators, but I thought you ought to know.
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