Mother's Day - the Epilogue

Well, Mother’s Day didn’t quite work out the way I had visualised it. In fact it was pretty much as different a day as it could be.


The day started at 1.30am when my youngest son stumbled out of bed thrusting his phone toward me. Luckily I was still awake watching reruns of Sex and the City, but even with all my senses working, I still found it difficult to understand the guy on the other end of the phone. Turns out it was one of my eldest son’s friends calling to tell me I had better come and pick up said son as he was fairly inebriated. A group of them had gone to a friend’s 21st birthday party, the alcohol was free and flowed constantly and my son had not eaten dinner. Need I say more?

After navigating my way to the pub with the help of youngest son and finally locating eldest son, who in his alcoholic wisdom had decided to start walking home (it was a 30 minute drive) I finally made it back to the comfort of my bed. Middle son didn’t make it home at all that night.

In the morning my youngest son made me coffee and we had a leisurely breakfast of French toast, while eldest son slept (and presumably middle son did too). Then we went shopping to get some food for lunch and dinner.

Lunch was a couple of platters of freshly cut carrot, cucumber and celery with two dips, some pate, cheese and crackers. I opened a bottle of champagne and settled down to watch the football.

There were two games on TV; my team was playing in the second one. After leading for three quarters, they lost the game! I was devastated. They have now lost every game of the season so far! A shattered version of me went to organise dinner.

I had bought some nice thick steaks, potatoes and vegetables. Eldest son had surfaced by this time and helped me make scalloped potatoes, I got the vegetables ready and he then cooked the steaks under the supervision of middle son who had finally made it home.

So there we were, me and my three boys, finally together at the table for a family dinner. It was fabulous! And to top it off when dinner ended they shooed me away from the table and cleaned up the mess.

It might not have been the Mother’s Day I requested, but it was a lovely day just the same.