F!@k Mother's Day

I started a self-proclaimed tradition for our 1st Mother’s Day, 2 years ago. I got reservations at a spot that has the perfect level of panache and specialness for an annual trip that tells my wife she’s awesome. You can only book “2 weeks in advance”. And so the plot thickens…

I figured this out 2 years ago. Like a badass I logged on to get the res at 12:01a when it opened, to beat every other asshat out there.

Seems the game changed. I missed it by a day. They won another James Beard and every Tom, Dick, and Harry already booked the joint. I also didn’t wake up at 12:01a Monday to be fair. Great big dumbass.

I was working out when I realized this. I threw the barbell (no plates- I don’t go that hard). Cursed a lot. Went inside and told my wife “TELL ME ANOTHER SPOT YOU LIKE FOR BRUNCH FOOD NOW QUICK I NEED TO KNOW, I MESSED UP”. She’s obviously not any help in that moment. Realizing the world is ending I growl like a grizzly and muffle my curse words like I’m Joe Pesci in Home Alone as I rush to shower for the flight that leaves in 1 hour.

Rage still pent up I give my best Van Damme to the bathroom door frame with my tricep. Instantly regretted that (black and blue today). Get in the shower. Dog’s now under the bed b/c she can smell my anger. Good nose.

I safety lock a 5p reservation to a fun/nice spot we all like to ensure I’ve got something setup and shove the last of my toiletries into the suitcase to get to the airport.

The Truth of the Sitch

Hallmark holidays can indeed kiss my ass, what a crock. I love my wife every day, and trying to do WAY better showing that more consistently. Hell, that’s largely why Appairent exists. But, that experience felt like the end of the world in the moment. I was so pissed.

But my wife wasn’t. She knew we’ll show appreciation and make a memory on that day despite a short run of the tradition (we’ll be back). The deep muscle bruise I have from getting pissed and losing my mind was unnecessary.

When you let the chips fall and do your legitimate best at home in any given moment, it’s gonna be great. Let those do your best chips fall.

Default Happiness

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