Dear,
I got $50 in tips on Friday, which I asked you to budget for me to use for Mothers Day. At your prodding I revealed what my plans were for Mother’s Day: after Sunday School we’d ride up into the mountains and have a wonderful picnic with our darling daughter (DD). Sounded great to you.
Then…
Saturday it appeared as though the whole area was going to get rained out for the weekend. No escaping north, south, east, or west. Plus, you weren’t feeling 100%, so a long day trip didn’t sound good. You suggested keeping other options open. OK.
You went off to your ad-hoc sewing club, and took $10 of my $50 (down to $40). You suggested that DD and I go to a local parade. It got rained out, but some nearby booths had fries ($3, down to $37). We split a lunch ($5, down to $32), went to a museum, then split a pretzel and soda ($3, down to $29). We then went to a small park and took a nap before we were to meet you for a church youth dinner.
At dinner, a rose that you wanted (that I specifically asked if you wanted) was $2 (down to $27). Since it was a fund raiser for the youth, we tipped $5 (down to $22).
You remembered that you needed flowers for your Sunday School class. $4 for those and $5 for cards from both me and DD. ($9, down to $13.)
Sunday morning you asked me to get you some Starbucks coffee and something for DD to nibble on. ($5, down to $8). Plus, I needed some new dress socks, so you suggested I buy a pair ($3, down to $5).
After Sunday School, you asked to go to a favorite restaurant. I mention that we’ll need your check card to pay for it.
What!? What happened to the $40!?
Trying to explain it just got you more pissed. Along the P&M you mentioned how I messed up Mothers Day again.
Last year: went to friends’ house, said I just rode on their generousity.
Year before: we were moving, and I was trying to save money by cleaning our house myself rather that hiring a service.
Year before that (1st one): you and DD just got out of the hospital, and we were broke because I had to ferry in take-out food for two weeks because hospital wouldn’t feed you because you weren’t the patient.
So please forgive me if because on one specific weekend of the year I can’t keep enough cash or time on hand to give you the queen treatment. Please consider everything I do every other weekend during the year as make-up for fucking up Mothers Day once again.