What I Want For Mother's Day

This Sunday will be my first mother’s day.

Last mother’s day I was swollen and irritable and out of my mind with nausea and fatigue, and working my ass off building a tiny human in my womb, but for some reason that didn't count.

So Sunday will be my first mother's day. To be honest I am not sure how to feel about it. There is a part of me shying away from the attention and sentiment.

I spent 38 weeks sustaining a life within me, and 7 months now sustaining that same life outside of my womb. I feel like a super star. I feel powerful, capable, and female. I appreciate having a day marked on the calendar for everyone else to recognize all of those wonderful things.

But more than all those things I just feel tired. I feel lost and stretched thin. Worst of all I feel guilty for feeling that way. That's right; I said it, guilty, the most common cliché in the mom-verse.

There is no other word for it though. When my partner asked me last week how I would like to celebrate mother's day I didn't imagine spending the day basking in the loving glow of my family appreciating the shit out of me. My first thought was to ditch the kid and spend a few hours as far away from the word mother as I could get and just be my own sovereign being for a while.

I almost followed that up with the statement 'don't get me wrong, I love my family'. I caught myself though; I refuse to buy into the ridiculous idea that being tired means I don't love my family. Being frustrated and exhausted doesn't make me a bad mother, or a bad wife. I do know that.

I do not feel guilty because of some misguided idea that loving my family means having to like them 100% of the time. I know better than that.

It's the pressure of the day that's bothering me I think. It's MOTHER'S day, and on a day set aside specifically for others to celebrate and appreciate my motherhood, shouldn't I be appreciating it too?

On Sunday while I am eating my special mother's day breakfast, and reading my cheesy mother's day card and participating in whatever other activities my family has planned for me. I will be feeling tired and guilty because they are so wonderful and thoughtful, and all I want to do is run away and hide for an afternoon of quiet solitude.

what's in a name.

For mother's day this year, my brother and I decided that it was time to officially make our step mother one of the family. . . as if she wasn't already. . . But to do this we decided to add her last name to our already wide selection of names. . .

I now have 2 more names than john Jacob Jingle Hiemer Schmit. . . 3 if you count Jiggle Hiemer as a hyphenate like some do.

2 less names than Tikki Tikki Tembo Nosherembo Cherri berry Ruchti Pit Berry Pembo.

1 more than I had last week, and many more than I can imagine ever actually needing.

It is 48 characters long, not including spaces.

It takes me nearly 10 seconds to say in a manner that others can understand. . . 4 seconds if I say it as fast as I can.

And takes up 4 lines in a standard text message.

Curious to see if my name was getting too ridiculous for even my standards I did some research to find out who had the longest name in the world.

The longest name used by a person according to the book of world records, was 27 names long, which means that I have 20 names to go before I could compete. . . His parents thought they were funny and gave him a name for every letter in the alphabet. . . Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenberdorft Sr. . .