What is Mothers’ Day to me?

Until this month, I finally figured out that Mothers’ Day falls on the 2nd Sunday of the month of May. Seriously, I never make an effort to remember it. Cause, I don’t initiate celebration unless my brother told me so. Not that I am unfilial, just that, I don’t see the need for celebration on that day (of all day, that day). In my mind, I thought the day is somewhat commercialised and it is just a boon to the retailers, restaurants to celebrate the day where they eke out of profit. And maybe choosing not to jump on to the ‘celebration’ wagon reduces me to a pariah or something similar.

Nevertheless, I have my own reasons.

Why of all day, vanload of people likes to celebrate on the day where there is:
No parking lots in the mall
Need to reserve a table in order to have a simple meal
Need to pay extra for all the gimmicks

So how do I spend THE ‘special’ day?

I woke up at 9am in the morning, did some mindless surfing online and made breakfast for myself while both Father and Son had the luxury to wake up at 1045am. Grab some light breakfast and off we go to Shichida.
I dread going to class with Ziv, and so happened that it was my turn and there is no such thing as take-a-break-for-Mothers’-Day. I have to grit my teeth and stayed on with him for the entire 45min or an hour (see, I can’t even remember the duration of the class after 6 lessons). And once I even went to the wrong level of the class and waited for minutes and not see Father and Son, until they told me, I was at the wrong tower, wrong floor. Back to the class, he was doing lots of somersault in the class and ignoring the teacher, classmates and me totally. I let him do what he wants and quietly, frittering away $70 per lesson.
Finally about 40 minutes later, Ziv realised that he did enough somersaults and wanted to leave the class, he carried my handbag for me, his bag and pointed me to the door. I heaved, “Okay, let’s go.”

We sent Ziv to MIL’s place and went house hunting.

Well, what a Mothers’ Day.