Julep: Sigh. Mothers Day.

 First of all, Twinks, I've caught up on all your recent blogging. Friend, you are dealing very graciously with a really hard situation. That woman is rightly named Fun Sink, and she was never going to like you because you are her opposite in every way that matters - most importantly, you are a source of JOY and FUN for everyone who knows you. It's why Mr. Twinkle was drawn to you in the first place!  Rise above her, sister. Know that every petty swipe she takes is more proof of how mad she is that she can't tarnish your joie de vivre. Go suck lemons, Fun Sink.

Now, I have to get this off my chest. Mothers Day is coming and I am less than thrilled. For context, last year for Christmas Mr. J gave me a dish brush and laundry soap. No, I am not exaggerating: that was literally my entire gift. I was determined to to experience that twice, so this year, I told him to get me a rowing machine, which I picked out. Then I had literally NOTHING under the tree on Christmas morning. He purchased the rowing machine as directed, but did not bring it in from the truck, unbox it, or make any effort at assembly until after everyone else had opened their Christmas presents. 

Let the record show that he had four carefully selected, thoughtful presents from me, plus one from each child. 

At Christmas time, I reminded the children that they needed to pick out a present for Daddy and for each other, took them somewhere that appropriate gift items would be found, and provided a small budget for each to use in purchasing said gifts. In my opinion, that is how one teaches a child to be a giver of gifts. Maybe there's a better way, I don't know. But here's what doesn't cut it, in my opinion....

Just before I logged on here to the blog, I had received an email from Z Salon. It said it was a gift card from my children, for $100. Well. 

I appreciate, truly, that Mothers Day will not pass totally unremarked. I know this sounds ungrateful, but I have to get this out - 

1 - On the rare occasions that I get to go to the spa, I go to Joseph's in St Matthews. (Also, I went to the spa at the Omni on a work thing and it was great.) I haven't been to Z Salon in 25 years, because I think their customer service sucks and I hate their location out at ShelbyHurst. Maybe it's better now. I hope so, because I have to spend $100 there.

2-  I will have to either do a short service or put in my own money, because $100 is a random amount of money that does not align to the service menu. Way to show me that you didn't give this any thought whatsoever. 

3- My children do not have $100, collectively, nor is there any possible way that they might do chores to assemble that sum of money by Sunday. Presumably, Mr. J will tell the kids, "Here's what you're giving Mama for Mothers Day," with no buy-in from them whatsoever. They are 11 and 12, not 1 and 2. They are old enough to know that presents take work from somebody.

THIS ISN'T IT, HOMEBOY. But I'm going to have to smile and act like I am so thrilled that he  recognized a gift-giving occasion in a marginally appropriate manner. 

I will be low-level annoyed throughout the spa service that I'll have to pay extra for at a place I don't even like. I wonder if they will let me re-gift it.