Happy Mother’s Day!

I’m not much for Hallmark holidays but at least Mother’s Day and Father’s Day have their roots in the chiseled stone of the Ten Commandments. Talk about old school, it doesn’t get much older than that.

You would think that trying to provide your wife, the mother of your only child, with a high quality breakfast on her special day would be a fairly easy task, but no. Not with this wife anyway. It’s got nothing to do with dietary restrictions or residual pains from surgery, it’s got everything to do with love of thy pillow. It seems the bride would rather snuggle with her sack full of feathers than have a renowned chef prepare a culinary delight dropped from a feathered friend. And this is from the woman who is constantly complaining about this same head cushion. I think this mother hen has her feathery priorities all mixed up. Renee cockle-doodled-doo at the mere fact I wanted to take her to breakfast on Mother’s Day…

… IN THE MORNING!

Imagine that, coffee and eggs before the sun has reached its zenith, who would even suggest such a crazy concept? I must be mad! If you were outside the house and heard the ruckus Renee made over me even considering that she leave the house while there is still dew on the ground you would have been surprised, no amazed, that this battle was not about some monumental marriage melting issue. A monumental meltdown over someone offering to take you to breakfast, is this possible? Yep! A real reality TV moment, too bad the cameras were not rolling. Kate Gosselin move over we’ve got a new star on the rise.

The moral of the story, do something nice for the mother in your life even if you have to drag her out of bed screaming to do it!